This was written by Stef
They go out and ride on Tuesdays and Thursday mornings
go ride with them if you dare
It was a brisk 61 degrees this morning as you rolled over to scratch your ass. While you ex foliated your tush -- fantasizing about that blind date with Tony R(H)omo -- Team Moone was slaying the pavement. There are few words to communicate the pain of hanging on Double B's rear wheel. In the dark. On Gates Pass.
Pain is one. Sweat, sacrifice and enlightenment are others.
While you obtain these things in a r.e.m. state; Hendo, Ballz and Barber experience them in hi-def reality. All of this accomplished prior to roll call at 7am. I hope your saddle sores are healing. Truly yours,