Oh yeah baby! I can't get enough of long rides with hurting.

So I headed back out to the big MR (Maple Ridge) to go out for the Sunday road ride. This time I took my geared road bike - GASP- I know I am a polygamous fucker. Anyways riding with gears made it much much easier to go faster! Not that I ever want to give up riding fixed gear.

So the best moment came on the big climb by Stave Lake. Now I am not always the most attentive rider so I was getting my ass kicked by Ian on the fish sign sprints (13 to 2), so I had to redeem myself. Climbing is where I shine and this is where I decided to attacked. I made no hesitation, as soon the first switch back was upon us after the Stave lake damn I was off. Click, CLUNK. Click CLUNK. Click, CLUNK... as I grabbed a hand full of gears. Ian was still on my wheel and I felt great so I though I would up the pain threshold. Got out of the saddle and grabbed a bunch more then held them as I hammered away. I couldn't believe I was holding the pace! I was spinning away and motoring up the climb at a sick pace. I was even still a bit off redlining. - I figure it has to be all the times I climb Burnaby Mountain on the fixie -

Shortly, afterwards I had built up a sizable lead and could relax a little. Steve hung in there quite well ensuring that I couldn't let up and crack the cold one I had stashed in the jersey pocket. Now normally in one of these manuvers its all about the attack followed by damage control- just chant the mantra "I will survive." As soon as you have a lead it is usually enough to demoralize your opponents, you just need to keep the gap steady so they don't feel they can gain. Of course they probably could because you could blew yourself up like an idiot to get the gap... hence the damage control part. Well not this time... I still had more left in the gas tank which hopefully means I am in good shape for racing this year.

After the ride Ian was complaining about how he was there on my wheel and I kept grabbing gears and holding the pace. His comment: "You fucker."

Ahh, my two favourite words meaning I have done my job right. What better phrase can one hear besides "You fucker?" Well perhaps "fuck me." Which I have heard on occasion from attractive members of the opposite sex but just not enough for my liking. Hmmm, now add modifers such as "hard" or "you stud" and you have yourself a clear winner hands down.