Rest day
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Freestylin'
From Kyle
I met Zak in some smelly bar in NYC, then in SF at the NACCC where he narrowly stole victory in the Messenger category from Austin and Just-in at the Velocity / Cyclehawk tour.
Zak has done himself another mischief...
Reminds me of the time Finno broke BOTH collarbones, only to race the Monaco Ironman months later.
Hard?
The locals got together and raised money to keep Zak rolling.
Further proof that we cyclists are not only tough nuts, but have a a strong sense of family.
Allez!
Lots more...
FOR THE LAST TIME...(this month)
Cadel says, Squid says, I says.
You'd be mad not to wear a helmet.
Also on Squid's site the remnants of Metropoloco.
I can vividly remember 'Super Kid' telling me how he'd raced in New York at Metropoloco. We were standing on Regent st, just souff of Oxford Circus - and suddenly the idea of riding around the world was branded into my head.
Also present...
The courier that EVERYONE loved to whip, and I had great pleasure dropping on London Bridge (on a mtb). Aunty Nasty.
My astrological brother. Makatron
My next door neighbour in Gt Suffolk St, Dom, who knew Doctor Dom purely through the connection of track bikes and skate helmets - and is responsible for ME meeting Dom.
Actually Dr Dom knew that anyone mad enough to ride the Hell Ride on a brakeless track bike must surely know like minded riders - and we did.
and proof that I stop and talk to ladies..
Emory. Tougher than a winter out east.
Are you getting the picture?
You don't know these people, but if you stopped and said 'hello' to your fellow cyclist - you might.
We're in this together. Don't ignore yourself.
Recumbents can be ignored.
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