After last Sunday’s ride I am trying out this new format. The Titus ought to purchase a nice set of Callaway’s and a membership at a modest club somewhere far from Tallahassee where I can live out my days in ignoble defeat, relying on the succour of pitching, putting, and bingo-bango-bongo.
Oh, stop it. Get back on that bike.
Finally! A real sport.
That ball represents your relationship to your cycling goals. Darkest before the dawn, my friend.
Maybe if you pedalled a little harder?
well at least you have that going for you, which is nice.
Magnum should be called Magnanimous.