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(From the newest member of the PureJenius.net staff (who, by the way, is paid >well So I've been perusing the MCF board tonight and I still can't believe how many guys are whining about the races and race categories that promoters choose for races. I'm pretty good at whining too, so here goes: I'm a 35+ Cat 3 woman who will show up for the St. Cloud Crit and have to toe the line with Cat 1/2 guys - I don't give a shit that they're 50+, their license still says Cat 1 or 2 (and 3/4/5) and they race like Cat 1/2s. What's that you say, it's a ROY race, so we'll be scored separately? Okay cool, then I'll completely overlook the fact that the race will blow apart on about lap 1.5 and I'll spend the remainder of the race with 3 or 4 other women if I'm lucky or I'll assume the time trial position and ride around in circles by myself. Should be fun. Oh, I should shut my trap because if I think the 50+ guys are too fast and furious, I s...
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Someone upstairs was listening when I pondered “Can cycling get any sexier?” during one of my weekday training rides. I had envisioned some type of “CCGAS?” posting after being thoroughly disappointed more than one local racing club had taken their group photo with their helmets on. No sooner had that lament come to light than I pass a very buff male rider wearing only bibs on the Greenway trail. And now your towel shot. Oh my! Going forward I’ve got to be boat loads more careful what I wish for.
Now even if you’ve got me IDed (FM = female). I am 2444.056 to the square root - divided by 3750.09532 - carried to the 5th decimal place- times 256 cubed - percent certain you have not uncovered my modus operandi so here’s a clue: deconstruction of an ancient cycling ghetto.
So is this were I break down and confess that I am completely enamored with
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Bontrager Race Lite Clinchers?
Or remind you to lube up after applying citrus degreaser to you bike chain.
Perhaps if I wasn’t so distracted testing out the Competitive Cyclist road saddle demo kit to find the perfect fit between my legs I would have more time to play the part of your cock tease.
Honestly I’ve got to quit while I’m ahead and go suck on a bar of ivory soap for awhile. The guilt is killing me. My boyfriend just mentioned he almost cried watching the Christian the lion reunion hug on YouTube and I realize I need to spend more time cuddling him and less time poking my head in on stranger’s blogs where it doesn’t belong.
The alarm has been reset; all is well.
Peace – sunshine and flowers be with you.