Seems kind of steep for a tent site in Nowheresville.

Super guppy is hitting the skies of El Paso. I guess that flight through here last year was a rare opportunity I missed :(

Yeah, that's insane.

Ya think? It’s not even during one of the large Russian festival weekends held there.

I’ve stayed there twice before since it changed to a KOA. Both times on the expensive end, but $81 is nuts.

I stayed there in ‘99 when it was a different franchise. Hurricane Floyd moved in over night. The next morning I saw a frog come out of the river looking for shelter. Asked about renting one of their cabins for shelter. The guy running the place said there was a two-night minimum. The woman working the office was embarrassed and called a motel a few miles down the road. As I was leaving, the guy saw me and radioed the office to tell the woman I could have a cabin (no electricity) for one night. Too late, jerk. Rode a couple of miles in the early bands of hurricane rain to a comfortable room with a TV. The motel owner even drove me to an open deli so I could get food and beer.

TBT. During a 2014 fundraiser for some food bank. Look at those quads. I had been touring in Montana the previous month.


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Did you help the frog?

Tell me about it. :notamused:

I figured he'd be alright. The funny thing, other than a frog fleeing rain, is that the name of the river is the Neversink. Does that mean you cannot drown in it?

I got a guy like that in softball. He's from another team, I think he's ID'd me as a soft touch, he latches on to me in the parking lot after the games while I'm changing the sweaty shirt and shoes, and he won't let you go. I wouldn't mind if he brought a couple beers with him . . . but no such luck.

Y’all know I’m one of those guys. :o

Cuddebackville is indeed that. About 5 miles off state NY17 on 209. I adopted one of my rescue Rotts from a lady who lived out there several years ago.

No, I did not know that.

See, I know for a fact that you were around for the endless dating issues.

Word vomit is different online from in person - reading is voluntary in a way that someone (sometimes literally) holding your elbow and running on at the mouth isn't.

lol @ word vomit. I used to call it verbal defecation.

Speaking of literally holding on, I once worked at a garage where the owner was an alcoholic (no surprise). Nice man, great boss but once he had a few (every day) he would start blathering on about something while backing me into a corner or a wall. He had been injured in Viet Nam and had a lot of work done on his face. He looked fine but when he got drunk he would spit and spray while talking. Yuck. His wife finally demanded he stop drinking and he did. I hope it stuck.

I worked at a new car dealer where the service manager would get drunk every day at lunch. We would come to work in the morning and he was so helpful and nice, sending the porters to clean my stall, asking if there was anything I needed, etc. After lunch he was the opposite and would rage at us and scream and it was embarrassing. He ended up getting fired and I heard he dried out and got another job.

Courtesy of Ray Maker, I just found out about the different map type settings on Strava, to help visualize power or speed or elevation, etc. It's a dumb little toy, but I like dumb little toys, and I just wish there was a way to make the a chosen map type the default, instead of having to change them for each activity.

Oooh - was he a close-talker, too? A close-talkin', spittle-flecker is just the *best* combination.

I enjoy that new toy

Yeah, I saw that you'd used it the other day. I looked for hashtags, which had to be used, previous, and didn't see any. I was going to check it out further, but ultimately forgot about it.

Uncontrollable talkers are particularly difficult on offshore races. Feeling your ass go numb and checking your watch every three minutes in the wet, windy, darkness is bad enough, but a garrulous mate going on and on about his wife's car insurance in the middle of the goddamn ocean can turn it into bizarre and exquisite torture.

I tightened the laces on the skirt of the test saddle before my last ride. It was comfortable for the firt time since I got it, back in March.

Welp, new Rapha purchase on the way. I wanted to replace those bibs that are quickly going see-through, and I saw that Rapha had some blue cargo bibs in stock. I've been wanting some not-black bibs and I've been wanting some cargo bibs, so I why the hell not?

That ain't the same thing. Who here hasn't had dating issues?

I really wonder if and when I'd snap. I tend to politely tolerate **** like that for too long, but cornered like that, I might eventually get to the point where I'd say or do something hurtful.

When I was younger I had the ability to interrupt—in fact I was great at it: I'd just open my mouth and let fly with whatever occurred to me—but that talent was beaten out of me by the women :D and now I just sit there like a lox.