When the Aussie is in town that can only mean one thing. Time to nut up, leave it in the big ring, and sit second wheel for as long as possible. I’m not going to lie, I came off the wheel at 72kph. It’s funny at 72kph a centimeter might as well been a kilometer. I’m going metric for the Aussie on this one.
Sorry, back to the task at hand. All you have to do is stay on the wheel infront of you. Who cares how, just do it just do it. I failed, but shit, I went down swinging. But, as usuall the Project Master was there to bring me back into the fold. Just when the rest of the world is putting on snow tires, down here in the Dirty T we just keeps it real. Oh yeah, I would have gotten a good photo of myself in there with my sweet new jersey from the Gnome. http://drunkcyclist.com/dc-store/dc-goods/dc-10th-anniversary-jersey.
But instead I have a photo of the Project Master and the Aussie.
Remember folks, someone, somewhere right now, is training harder than you.