As I’ve always said; “What’s the use of being better than everybody if you can’t criticize them {or Fred-Bust them}.”  Therein lies the inspiration behind Fred-Hunting.

The boyz are on their big-mileage binge getting ready for San Francisco to Long Beach, jacking themselves all up to get ready for the big adventure and on Friday a few went down to touch the proverbial gate [Camp Pendleton] and then backed it up to San Clemente on Saturday but Surf Coach and I turned around at Laguna City Limit and began a mellow ride, side by side, back to town, that is, until we caught up with the South African [super-fit, oiled and gleaned] and one of the peripheral Chronic-Freddies and given the hearty head-wind we knew the task.

First we took a nice long pull to set the tempo and then gave it up to our ultra-fit looking Afrikaner and the Chronic Freddie {Mr Enthusiasm}.  You gotta love it when a couple of neophytes battle themselves to death at the front, half-wheeling the shit out of each-other, slowing down, speeding up, wasting all their game and then happy when you announce it’s time to pace-line single file {because they think they’re gonna get a little respite} so you can proceed to thrash them to their last drop just to make the point they’re not as fit as they think, but neither am I.

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