road racing makes you grow eyes on your back. you never know where its going to come from... people jump, and you need to respond. you jump- and you try to do it silently, without making the whole frickin' peloton jump with you.
its a fine balance between being a police officer, and a thief. roadies- can't live with them, pass me the beer nuts.
Saturday, March 1, 2008
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