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Ride from 2019. Wish I had heart rate data back then, I am sure it was through the roof.

Quality.

My father and a friend, who were both lawyers who had some interesting cases in their lives, penned an idea for a TV show involving lawyers at a firm. They sent it off to some company in Hollywood. May have been MTM. I can’t remember. A few years later “L.A. Law” started airing. They didn’t have enough basis to claim copyright infringement.

Somehow I had avoided this dreaded warm-weather nemesis until today. There was a swarm out seeking to inflict pain upon me.


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The old unit had that stand-off screw and the “braze-on” has its own pressure plate. Sticking that thing onto the tube with the derailleur mounted would have been a bit fiddly. My cable is frayed from the clamp on the old one and needs to be replaced, but I got the end through the cap and put an end cap on it. I was afraid I’d lose it otherwise.

QUOTE=Velo Vol;22558547]Somehow I had avoided this dreaded warm-weather nemesis until today. There was a swarm out seeking to inflict pain upon me.


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Damn! You’re lucky those things didn’t band together, carry you off, and devour you.

Damn! You’re lucky those things didn’t band together, carry you off, and devour you.[/QUOTE]



Summer is not over yet, there is still time.

Ugh. The Bloat has begun.

I'm not accustomed to eating out so much and, between big serving sizes and the inlaw's eating schedule, I find myself stuffed all too frequently when we're in VA. Today was no different - I was still full from lunch but the in-laws wanted to go out for Mexican at a place that I like.

I felt sorry for our server - a table of six, including two kids, two people splitting a meal (MIL and BIL) and my wife and I, who were too full for anything besides drinks and half-heartedly picking at chips and salsa. I knew that my MIL would pick up the tab, and I'm appreciative of that, but I also knew that the tip would suck. I decided that the only sensible thing to do would be to order a shot of tequila, after the tab had been settled, so that I could lay some suitable gratuity down. I tell ya - the sacrifices I make. :p

La toleca?

A little ****er like that got scooped in to my partially unzipped jersey a few years ago. Stung me a couple times before I could get it out. :notamused:

Plaza Aztecta, High Street/Richmond Road.

Favorite place to go alone is the little place further up Richmond Road, kind of across from the old Pottery stores.

I just checked the Emonda SLR7 Project One build and the one piece is standard.

Sometimes you have to be a team player and take one for the team.

Havnt been to either. We always end up a La toleca.

Years ago I helped paint from time to time. The worst of it was when you're up on the ladder and one or more starts coming after you. If you're stationary, they basically keep coming back until you kill them.

my 2 biggest fears. Bees, and Heights. No thank you.

On Richmond, too, right? Haven't been. I'm sure it's good, too. It's weird - besides pancake houses, Mexican restaurants seem to be the most numerous in the area.

New GT3 - PAOTD


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Sure, HE'S lucky. But what about the rest of us?

We’re lucky. We don’t live in Knoxville.

There is that.

Too many people in the Philly bike club are notoriously cheap. On more than one occasion I and a couple of others have supplemented tips.

One ride I used to lead every year went to a small lunch counter type place associated with a marina. A dozen people was a lunch rush for them, but they always gave us fast, friendly service and offered to fill our bottles with ice and water. I felt compelled to tell the group to make sure they tip well after I witnessed people cheaping out one year.

One of my all-time favorite gags. On the podium for sure.

When I was ute, I was climbing a tree and bumped my head into something more yielding than a branch. Then my head started itching so I reached up to scratch it and came back with 3-4 bald-faced hornets on my hand. I screamed, let go of my grip on the tree, fell to the ground and ran screaming for the kitchen door. I think I got off a lot lighter than I thought at the time, but for decades after I could still see a couple tiny red marks where the f***ers got me.

Do tell.