Don’t ask me if I want to ride tomorrow, I might say yes, and after 5 days of good riding King and Kong are knackered. Fried. Torched. Crispy.

Today was all epilogue in the forest with Dogboy- the real story having been told yesterday on the Pedrick Greenway when Pain Cave Tommy and I re-enacted our San Felasco duel and a Saturday roll ruptured into a mini-epic. I say “mini” because I was barely winded at the end of the day. He stole an easy lead on the Democrat hill before we parted ways. I am known to all as a generous man.


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