Wednesday, August 01, 2012

2012 WNR 14

Somewhere in the distance, a turkey was gobbling.  Warm, thick air thieved the energy from my legs and offered my lungs precious little oxygen in exchange.

Not many riders on The Mountain tonight... it wasn't THAT hot... must've been something going on somewhere else.

Passedme guy #1 had a custom Kirk; classy.


Passedme guy #2 had a classic jersey, but it clashed with his shorts.

Only guys I passed were stopped.

JB arrives while I'm recovering.

Wildlife Encouter:  Turkeys

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