Ohhhh yea! The season has hit the burnout threshold, and in perfect form, the speed workout [double pace-line] at the park [this morning] was  evidence of everyone’s enthusiasm.

All the wankers are riding with the expectation that the wheel in front will take up the slack.

The UberFreddie is on the gas and the Tortuga is playing his usual antics:  as I’m coming off the pull,  with the insane Tortuga on my wheel, he comes around and gases the throttle.  I’m thinking, “Forget about it.”   I’m resolved to get the “F” off his wheel once I’m at the back.  It was the same damn thing with the UberFred coming on the pull.  I just had to get away from those  two maniacs.

And everyone is thinking the same thing {“F” those idioits} except they’re letting those idiots get away.  I close the gap once and the insane duo launch themselves again.  Tortuga’s playing the same game over and over; “I’ll just soft pedal back – wreck some havoc on the pace-line.”    Coming along the fire-station stretch, I shout to Hegg, “Come on SuperFreddie, don’t let me down – take me up to those F&^$#ers.”  I close the gap [again] and Tortuga sits up, laughing,  and rides me to the back.

Oh yea! [I'm thinking...] That’s it for you prick!

Try to have an honorable training ride and everyone’s gotta be a comedian.

I thought the Tortuga was my home boy but apparently it’s more about the entertainment than anything.  Ok, well, now that I know the sytch, we can all move ahead.

Bunch of wankers this morning on the El Dorado Circle Jerk.

45minutes!  On the Gas. Pure comedy.