Hey Drafters-
I think the Garmin Link to Crystal Lake in the last post may not have worked. Try this one:
PDF map: Crystal 36
There is washout on Lodi-Springfield Road, on the uphill just past Highway P. Otherwise, the route looked great when I did recon this AM. Enjoy the great warm weather and cold beer at Free House. I will be there in spirit, but will miss the ride tonight.
We will shoot for Vintage Velo night next week.
Draft responsibly,
BrickO
Change of plan for Monday July 1. I’m opting for a shorter more succinct route as I will not be in attendance. As such, Vintage Velo jersey night will be further delayed until a time when I can drink free beer with the Drafters.
The route includes Crystal Lake, but we need to avoid Fish Lake due to flooding.
PDF map to download: Crystal 36
Garmin link from Middleton Hills: Garmin MH Crystal Lake
Draft responsibly,
BrickO
Vintage night is on hold. The rain has foiled our plans to sport our retro Velo jerseys and drink free beer. Even if the rain stops, the roads will be too slick for this Drafter to venture out. But, I hope that you all raise a glass and toast two Vintage riders who welcomed a new baby boy into the Draft last evening! Congrats to Tobacco City Boy and Dan-yelly.
Since we aren’t riding, I will post some Vintage photos of Drafters who I hope to see next week sporting their Velo jerseys.
Some of the half century Drafters gathered over the weekend to ride as many miles. A big thanks to our sponsors who provided t-shirts and cookies for the event.
See you next week for the Spring Valley to Springfield ride.
Draft responsibly,
BrickO
The Four Seasons may have summed up the night best. The lyrics worked even better when I had miscounted 23 riders. Giddy with the thought of reaching an all-time high Drafter attendance of 23, I revamped the lyrics “late December back in 63” from Oh What A Night. Alas, math skills have eluded me for half a century. Wait, maybe I miscounted and I’m only 49? I didn’t have the heart or energy to find a new song to celebrate a tie for the record high 22 riders, so this will have to do.
Oh, what a ride
Late June summer we had 22
What a very special time for me
As I pedaled on, what a night
Oh, what a night, you know I didn’t even know the route
But I was never gonna be left out
I’m a Drafter, what a night
Oh, I, I got a funny feelin’ when we turned onto Meek
Oh my, as I recall it ended much too soon
Oh what a night, redirectin’ GPSing me
Lodi wasn’t ev’rything I dreamed she’d be
Sweet surrender, what a night
The best laid plans often go awry, and they did just that on the Lodi Canning Company route. My reconnoissance mission noted the stretch of gravel on Meek Road, which has been left unattended and unpaved for several years. My recon did not decipher the county’s plans to dig it up and insert culverts on Monday, June 24 at 6:30PM. I’m sure at their core, the construction crew is a lovely group of men, but their sympathetic overtones to our impasse predicament were unmistakably lacking. Oh what a night. With perfect temperatures and little wind, we were content to reroute and still capture 40 of the finest miles Dane County has to offer.
Drone Master was feeling his full watt potential, hanging comfortably with the lead group, and visibly disappointed when Meek ended much too soon. A bit mystified by his new found quad powers, he admitted, “I don’t know why I feel so good, but I don’t want to turn around yet. Who knows how long this will last?” Sandlot was also feeling the force as she stuck with the lead pack for 11.5 miles. Aware of my propensity for math errors, she was pretty clear that is was 11.5 and not 11.4. Hubby Duchess chimed in with the collective “we”. They may stand side by side in marriage, but on a bike, for better, for worse, Sandlot is out front pulling her weight and his for 11.5. You’re killing me, Smalls.
Kudos to those Drafters who pumped the wattage into their quadage at the Horribly Hilly Hundreds on Saturday, and showed up Monday to Draft: Z Rex, Billy Bob, Loose Screw, Booker J, Knievel and a Newbie, Bond. As in James Bond. Q must have rigged up some sort of metabolic device in lab, cause Bond showed no signs of fatigue on the HHH. And he has stealth mode, unlike the rest of us who give away our position on the climbs with heavy breathing. He did show one sign of weakness. Suffice to say the moniker “Pit Stop” has already been assigned. Although not a MI6 agent with access to Q’s R&D, Booker J’s legs seemed curiously void of lead. He rode hot into the staging area, not slowing down to drop his book bag into a sag vehicle. Booker J opted for the extra weight as we headed, misguided as it turns out, to Lodi.
Kudos to the smarter cohort of Drafters who rode the HHH and elected not to ride on Monday: Bomber, Hundo, Zeno and Rumble. A big thanks to Thing 1 and Vintage, who dutifully made more PB&J sandwiches in one afternoon volunteering at the Graveyard than they have collectively made over their life times.
The HHH wasn’t the only event on Saturday that deserves recogniton. Drone Master signed up for the Comfortably Flat 25. Not familiar with it? We are currently consulting with Race Day Events and Cronometro, and all the sponsors who made the HHH an epic event experience, to gauge their interest in becoming official sponsors of the Comfortably Flat 25 next year. Other sponsors may include Advil, Evil Twin and Pizza Brutta.
VINTAGE VELO NIGHT: our group has grown dramatically since 2013. To honor our original members, please wear your VINTAGE VELO jersey, the first Drafter jerseys we created. Free beer at the Free House to anyone sporting that jersey.
Next week we will retrace our steps from 2 weeks ago, headed out Enchanted Valley to Spring Valley. Instead of heading back via the Bambi route, we will go north on KP and ultimately wind up on the bike path in Springfield.
Garmin Link from Middleton Hills: FH Spring Valley to Springfield to Bike Path
NOTE: When we did this route last year, I inadvertently stayed on County Road V, missing the left turn onto Loper (see incriminating evidence below). While this makes for a nice little short cut, I turned back and finished out the ride north on Loper to the intended right turn on Lueth. Be aware of this as your Garmin Link will tell you to do the same. Tick Tock must have been in charge, because we took the bike path home (40miles). Again, this is how the Garmin Link will direct you. Feel free to add on two miles by coming home Baltes to Kick-A-Boo.
SHORT OPTION 38 miles: From Hwy 19, skip going north on KP and travel east past Indian Lake. Then finish with the Cocktail Ride, heading left up Matz Rd to Collins Ridge.
PDF map to download: Spring Valley to Springfield
Draft responsibly,
BrickO
The Drafter’s celebrated a milestone on Monday night. Our newest Drafter brought the membership grand total to:
Twice the number of times I’ve journey around the sun
Age of the Grand Canyon
2/3 as tall as the Chicago Water Tower in feet
Length of a football field in yards
Welcome to the Draft, Hundo. That isn’t really an accurate handle, as our newest drafter is worth a million.
It was an eventful ride, starting with 20mph headwinds, one mph for each Drafter present. Our 6’5″ Drafter Billy Bob generously offered Draft protection, with the caveat that we not exceed 14mph. Cannibal was hungry for speed, and opted to take the first pull. Pedaling with a purpose but no map, he led himself out Airport Rd while the rest of us dutifully turned onto the bike path. Cannibal wasn’t the only one hungry. Vintage raided his homemade carbo stash 0.5 miles into the ride. The former chef prepared his own concoction this week, avoiding another GI sabotage effort by his spouse, Thing One. Coach Arms shared some personal strategies on how competitive couples can encourage athletic success with only subtle hints of sabotage.
Sabotage seemed to be the resounding theme on the Spring Valley route. Cannibal and Slow Wandering Cow independently got lost, and together joined the FLAT TIRE CLUB. Slow Cow wandered so far off the grid that he had to call an Uber to get home. While waiting for his Uber, Slow Cow made friends with a farmer and his cattle. A name by another name is still a Slow Cow. Turns out, it was the same surly Uber driver who serviced his flat tire SOS call the day before. Cronometro has a fine supply of tubes and CO2 cartridges should you seek an alternative means to be rescued from a flat tire incident. It is all about having the right equipment to deal with adversity. Slinger was well equipped to fill a flat tire, but had nothing to remedy his empty stomach. Maybe we should consider having Vintage provide Chef on Call road side bonk assistance? Luckily, Z Rex was available to pull him the last few (25 of 36) miles home. Ironically, Slinger’s wife Mickey, who was riding elsewhere flatted. After barely making it back on his empty tank, Slinger was called to rescue her. I think I might host a TIPS FOR CHANGING A FLAT TIRE seminar next week.
There will be a petition circulating next week to rename Turkey Road to Bambi Drive. An unexpected saboteur in the form of a deer collided with Pipes, throwing her from her new Scott bike (maybe Pipes can pick up some tubes and CO2 for Slow Cow when she takes her bike into Cronometro for repairs). Perhaps she rides like Thumper or smells like Flower? We may never know what prompted Bambi to leap from the rocky cliff, but I would like to think it was a well intended, albeit ill fated attempt to greet his friend.
Pipes, or maybe more appropriated handled Thumper, was not the only rider to crash this week. I’m accumulating crash photos for our annual awards banquet. Thus far, Skipper is in the lead for most stitches, Duchess for most epidermis shed, and Z Rex for most brilliant fall colors.
Speaking of Skipper, catch his podcast here: Fat Bike Radio
Sandlot played it safe and elected for a gravel adventure in lieu of Spring Valley.
All Drafters accounted for, we were grateful for food and drink at the Free House.
A few upcoming events worthy of casting the Drafter good luck charm (not the same one used to summon Bambi or the Flat Tire fairy):
A big congratulations to Tree of Rown who shaved off 40min from her half IM time last year! I’m sure the Drafter water bottle in the rear cage played a pivotal role in fueling her to a strong finish.
Next week we will enjoy the Lodi Canning Company route. This is a fairly flat 41 mile route, with shorter options (20 mile out and back to Dane, or a cut off on Stevenson for 30 miles). A bit of caution on the 30 mile route as you will need to ride on P for a short bit.
Download map PDF: Lodi Canning 40 30 20
Garmin Link: Lodi Canning Co. GPS
Draft responsibly,
BrickO
Did I say the Roxbury route would be long but not grueling? Shame on me. And shame on those of you who believed me.
Just sit right back and you’ll hear a tale,
A tale of a fateful ride
That started from this parking lot
18 Drafters side by side.
The mate was a mighty cycling woman,
The Skipper brave and sure.
The bicyclists set out that day
For a three hour tour, a three hour tour.
Navigating started getting rough,
The tiny map was tossed,
If not for the courage of the fearless crew
The Drafters would be lost, the Drafters would be lost.
The bikes sped down on the shoulder of this uncharted dirt road
With Bare Footer
The Skipper too,
And a Drafter called Pipes with drool
So this is the tale of our castaways,
They’re here for a long, long time,
They’ll have to make the best of things,
It’s an uphill climb.
Bare Footer and the Skipper too,
Will do their very best,
To make drooling Pipes comfortable,
In their Dane County back roads nest.
No phone, no lights, no motor car,
Not a single luxury,
Like Robinson Crusoe,
It’s primitive as can be.
So join us here each week my friend,
You’re sure to get a smile,
From three stranded castaways,
Out at Roxbury Tavern.
The tales these castaways shared kept things lively at the LongTable.
Skipper had just fought the Battle of Cam Rock WORS on Sunday, and apparently mistook the Drafter ride to be part of the Wisconsin Off Road series. Barefooter and Pipes blindly followed their fearless leader to Roxbury Tavern. The first sign that the tour was going to be extended occurred just after the leaving Roxbury, when the crew passed three non-Drafters who exclaimed, “Hey, a bunch of riders in those same green jerseys went the other way!”. The crew extended the tour to 48 miles, just shy of a half century. Footer voted to ride circles around the parking to claim those extra 2 miles, but Pipes declined. With drool and snot impairing her vision for most of the adventure, she misread the “Look for Fallen Rocks” sign on Katzenbuechel Rd (aka Katzenpukel) as “Look for Fallen Drafters”. Pipes caught her second wind, and second beer back at Longtable, but not the second mile to make it an even 50. The Yoga Master muttered, “Namaste upright for at least 20 min to drink this beer.”
Three other Drafters elected to start the tour early. We spotted Billy Bob in Drafter green riding out Airport Rd as we were driving to the staging area a few minutes after 5PM. Slow Cow followed suit, uttering as he rolled out “let the hazing begin!” Or did he say, “let the grazing begin”? Apparently, Slow Cow is also a member of the Wisconsin Off Road series, as he neglected his map and started the route in reverse. We came across Billy Bob and Slow Cow shamelessly consulting their GPS. If you want to start and finish early, my money is on Drone Master. Perhaps it takes a degree in aerospace engineering to decipher my directions? Drone Master takes it one step further, mysteriously joining the Draft mid-route and curiously disappearing and reappearing on the other side of most major climbs. Even so, he gently reminded me, “you don’t have to use ALL of the daylight on these rides”.
I decided this was a good ride to attempt to hang with the lead group, since Bomber’s legs were still suffering from his Dirty Kanza Gravel race on Sat (he took 17th overall?!!) and Booker J went back to back with the Trek 100 on Sat and the 70 mile Ride for the Arts in Milwaukee on Sunday. Sandlot and Duchess also battled the elements to complete the Trek 100. Duchess made a desperate attempt to unseat Evel Knievel for the largest hematoma award. Carefully timing his crash so as to go from max speed of 24mph to zero, he is in contention for the award. Our Drafter reporter caught up with Duchess for a brief interview. “After a brief survey of the carnage—no broken bones, bike still rideable, but no longer pristine—after getting my clock cleaned, I shook off the cobwebs, applied Rule 5 and proceeded to ride the remaining 75 miles. Link: Velominati Rules
I wanted to brag about the Hyde and Seek Z Rex and I played on Friday, but after hearing of these real rode adventures, I kept silent about my tired legs after our comparably little 70 mile ride to Hyde Mill. The picture is worth sharing- not for the two yardbirds in it, but to appreciate a stone mill that has stood the test of time (build in 1850). I told my 50 year old body to harden the F* up (see Velominati Rule #5).
Also in the lead group were Tick Tock, Vintage and Thing 1. Recently securing her first job since graduating from PT school afforded Thing 1 a new carbon beauty, complete with dish wheels. I was tempering the fatigue of Bomber and Booker J with the uncertainty of messing with youth on dish wheels. Experience certainly counts- I’ve biked more years than she’s lived, but Thing 1 can bring the hurt. I can always count on Tick Tock to do the lion’s share of the work, so I took a chance and ventured boldly with the lead group. Luckily, Thing 1 sabotaged her husband by feeding Vintage copious amounts of sugar. He didn’t bonk, but nearly vomited. Thing 1 was also thrown off her game when she realized her new bike computer was equipped to display percent grade. There was some serious swearing as we climbed Dunlap Hollow. “16 f*ing %!” Sometimes ignorance is bliss. All was going according to plan until Tick Tock dropped a chain on Enchanted Valley. Vintage and Thing 1 took the lead, while I hung back with Booker J and Bomber to make sure Tick Tock had no other mechanical issues. What we lost in time we (collective we) gained in adrenaline. There was no chance Tick Tock was going to play Domestique without some glory. Booker J and Bomber were shot (see Dirty Kanza and Trek 100 results), I can’t pull a pace line to save my large posterior chain, but Tick Tock executed a masterful slingshot move to pull us past the youngsters.
It was a glorious finish, but I should go back to the start where we welcomed another Newbie, Violet. Friend of Vintage and Thing 1, Violet was overheard in the parking lot expressing his predilection for hills. I couldn’t make him eat his words, but he did eat the flowers in my salad. Bomber may want to consider ordering a bowl of violets next time. Forgetting a clean shirt, he wore his very sweet sweat smelling Drafter jersey to dinner. I’m not an authority on relationships (ask husband 1), but my advice to Bomber in his quest to find a significant other would be less sweat equity. He’s convinced the bright green jersey is key to attracting a mate. While that may be true for hummingbirds who lack a sense of smell and are attached to bright colors, I think a clean bright green jersey might be a more viable option.
Not all Drafters can make Monday night, but exemplify the spirit of the Draft on their own schedule.
In preparation for the upcoming Horribly Hilly Hundreds, we will be riding a page out of their book. This is a 36ish ride (GPS from Middleton Hills vs Free House) with 2 options for shorter routes (Pine or Turkey).
PDF map to download: Spring Valley
Garmin Link (note this is from Middleton Hills, not Free House): Middleton Hills to Spring Valley
Draft responsibly,
BrickO
The Memorial Day ride might have been a bust, but I trust all of you got out on Saturday and Sunday to enjoy the glorious weather, be it on two wheels or otherwise. I have evidence that Skipper did just that in his new Drafter kit. Speaking of which- if you placed a recent Hincapie order, shipping date is July 8th. Skipper is in the lead for the photo competition (by default, since I have no other entries). Remember to submit your photos throughout the season to be considered for the end of the year awards ceremony. There are no criteria other than Drafter apparel must be in the photograph, hopefully with you wearing it.
I can’t let Skipper go uncontested.
Not to wish away summer now that it has finally arrived, but here are a few links to fall rides:
Ride Across Wisconsin Aug 17-18
The Hibernator 100 Oct 5 (same event as the Bear only in the fall)
A huge shout out to former Drafter, Ivy League, for her recent Podcast, Humbled. This series interviews retired elite athletes to discuss their transition back to “normal life”. The first episode interviews cycling legend, Levi Leipheimer. Current Drafter and retired rower, Pipes, will be the interviewee in July. I’m not sure she’s the epitome of “normal” before or after achieving elite status, but you listen to the series and decide for yourself.
Listen to Welcome to Humbled from humbled in Podcasts.
The route for Monday June 3 will humble us. We will be heading north to the Roxbury Tavern for a 42 mile adventure. For those who like to know what lies ahead, there are serious climbs on Dunlap Hollow and Katzenbuchel. For a shorter 25 mile option, just skip the northern loop (and Dunlap Hollow & Katzenbuchel).
The Garmin link is from Middleton Hills, not the Free House, but the route is accurate: Garmin Link MH Rockin’ To Roxbury
Download PDF map: Roxbury 42
CAUTION:
We will descend upon Longtable for post Roxbury Tavern libations.
Draft responsibly,
BrickO
I have run into a few hindrances for the proposed ride on Memorial Day:
Therefore, I think it is in our best interests to ride independently if and when there is a window. Happy Memorial Day! I will post the route for the following Monday at some point next week.
Draft responsibly,
BrickO
So this is what the morning after going to Church feels like? Or maybe it was the combination of 2171 feet of climb (Garmins varied, but unanimously agree over 2000′) in 38.3 miles and the 11% Evil Twin beer I selected to re-hyrdrate? Misery loves company, and we had a 2019 record attendance of 20 Drafters going to Church. Our all time high (Drafters, not elevation) was the final ride in Sept 2019, so we are on track to surpass that number.
We managed to depart on time, despite our Newbie needing a Pit Stop before the ride began. Slow Meandering Cow gave us the go ahead to leave him behind. “I do my own thing anyway”, he sighed. Slow Cow blew a spoke on his way to Church. A sign? His wife thinks so, as she found the receipt for his most recent trip to Cronometro. Having a clandestine affair with one’s bike is tricky business.
Evel Knievel was raring to ride. With is most recent hematoma healed, he was eyeing up Tobacco City Boy’s new redneck truck to jump over. Sandlot led the Draft out Airport Rd until being foiled by a red light. She doesn’t ofter much Draft protection size wise, but her competitiveness is nothing to mess with. Just ask her about husband Duchess’ claim to have “caught up” at the rest stop of their last event. Waiting for and being caught up to are sort of the same, unless you are competitive.
Cannibal wasted no time expending energy and broke out the Clif Shots 27 minutes into the ride. When you have your power to mass ratio dialed in like Cannibal, you don’t want to run low on fuel. We picked up a stray on KP, a kickass commuter named Jason, who was on his way home to Mount Horeb. Cannibal was eyeing up his saddle bags for food. I’m not sure which is more humbling- a commuter with saddle bags or Bomber on his gravel bike with 38mm white tires as they scream past. B2 Bomber ages up this week and I doubt it will slow him down. HAPPY BIRTHDAY BOMBER.
Knievel and Pit Stop opted to skip Church, riding the shorter No Brains All Brawn route. I got a text from Knievel asking what was taking so long- he was on his second beer and unsure if he could hold out long enough to see us return to the Free House. Han Solo had been riding with these two renegades, but felt compelled to go to Church. Half way there, he confessed he had made a bad choice. That climb is not for the faint of heart. He wasn’t the only one complaining. The power couple, Vintage and Thing 1, were vying for best excuses as we approached the final climb on Airport Road. “My bars are so sticky”, proclaimed Vintage to which Thing 1 countered, “My seat is too low- I keep slipping off”. I generously offered a solution, which was to put Vintage’s bar tape on his wife’s seat. Marriage counseling could be my next gig.
Speaking of marriage counseling, I might need a referral as I left Z Rex behind to deal with 2 flat tires. “For better or worse, unless it is a flat tire, and then I’m out”. I didn’t leave him alone intentionally…. and he wasn’t alone. I got a lovely text from Speedy letting me know that 6 Drafters were helping him change not one, but two flat tires. We have our first FLAT TIRE CLUB contestant. Bomber was the reigning champion in 2017, and Skipper went home with the trophy in 2018.
Mechanical failures were not limited to flat tires. My new bargain barrel Pearl Izumi 3/4 tights left much to be desired, especially for those Drafting directly behind me. Apparently, the 3/4 referred not only to leg length. Good thing I had a jersey with a little extra length to bridge the gap. I was catching a Draft, but not the kind we boast of. In the upper wardrobe failures, Speedy’s arm warmers functioned like wrist warmers. I guess she could donate them to Pipes or Arms? C-Monster had a mismatched pair of gloves, with one cycling and one XC skiing. Functional, but not pretty. Which reminds me to remind you, if you want to look pretty, Drafter gear is available.
DRAFTER CYCLING CLOTHING ORDER DUE MAY 26. Here’s the link: Hincapie Custom Store
The Free House was our sanctuary after going to Church. Speedy didn’t have a free hand to drink, as she was preoccupied massaging her cramping thighs and walking around like Shaggy from Scooby Doo. Pipes was euphoric (suffering is her spiritual release) and regaled stories of her positive snot sign. TCB was simply catatonic. Maybe it was the stress of envisioning Knievel jumping over his new truck, but I think it was the 2000+ feet of climb.
Nobody was suffering enough to pass up the opportunity to ride 50 miles next week. Bare Footer said her commitment is weather dependent- if the sun is shining and the wind isn’t blowing, she’ll be bare footin’. Pipes and Speedy, in their respective states of dehydration and cramping, misheard her say “If it’s nice, I’ll be getting laid.” Oh my.
Pending weather, we will ride at 2PM for the Rock of Gibraltar. Stay tuned for a time change if the AM looks better for riding than the PM. The Free House is closed, so we will have refreshments at Longtable or skip group therapy, based on interest. If you have a Vintage Drafter jersey from Voler, this Memorial Day ride is the one to sport it.
PDF Rock of Gibralter map to download: Rock of Gibraltar 50
Garmin link (from my house but close enough to Free House): Rock of Gibraltar
Draft responsibly,
BrickO
Lyrics by CCR
Just about a year ago
I set out on the road
Seekin' my fame and fortune
Lookin' for a pot of gold
Thing got bad things got worse
I guess you will know the tune
Oh Lord, stuck in Lodi again
Slightly modified to suit the Draft
Just about a night ago
I set out on the road
Seekin' my ride and good beer
Lookin' out for those potholes
Thing got good things got great
I guess you will know the tune
Oh Lord, rode to Lodi again
The Lodi ride brought back lots of old timers and some new fashions. Cannibal showed up with new garish sunglasses so large the rest of him looked dainty in comparison. Pres elected to join the fashion show, looking dapper in his Drafter green leggings. Skipper finally retreated from the woods, where he has been playing with his new Yeti, back on the road decked out in the new Hincapie Drafter kit. A bonus feature of this year’s kit is the calf slimming feature. I barely recognized Skipper as I drafted behind his nearly invisible calves, the same ones that offered protection form the wind only a few weeks back. I thought I had specified “butt slimming” feature, but according to my mirror, that didn’t manifest. Actually, my kankles aren’t any slimmer either. This feature must only be available in men’s kits. Arms finally took a break from celebrating the NCAA Championship to Draft. Are you kidding? Yes, I’m kidding. Before the trophy started collecting dust, she has been busy drafting the UW hockey team for next year. Despite few bike miles and a new baby, Coach Arms rocked (no surprise there). Thing 1 joined her hubby, Vintage, and easily claimed the power couple title, formerly held by Mega and KiloWatt. This is my shameless attempt to summon Team Watt back to Draft.
If you are interested in the calf slimming 2019 Hincapie Drafter kit (feature available only in mens), you can order here through May 26: Hincapie Drafter Store
The ride for next week is one of my favorites. I do recognize that I make this claim of favoritism nearly every week. It isn’t my fault that we live in epic cycling territory. I simply cannot choose a single favorite. Vermont Church is a challenging 40 mile route. The cut off at Braun is the 30 mile No Brains all Brawn ride we did earlier in the season. Post-ride rehydration will commence at the Free House.
And if you are looking for an event this Sunday, check out: Wesby Syttende Mai Bicycle Tour
Lyrics by Hozier
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
Drafter Version, with apologies to Hozier
Take me to church
I’ll climb Vermont like a dog and tear up my thighs
I’ll tell you my watts cause Barlow cuts like a knife
Offer me that drafter deal
Good God, let me draft you for life
PDF map download: Vermont Church 40
As our group continues to grow, just a few gentle reminders:
Draft responsibly,
BrickO
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