THE RE-RIDE

Whether you ride or drive to the ride or race, on the way home you have the re-ride.  This is usually much better than the actual ride: more animated, more exagerrated.  Somehow it always reminds me of the old black and white movies where the couple lie in bed smoking, reliving the heat and passion of the moment in each others arms.

Oh baby, I wish you didn’t have to go…

Oh man, you guys took off and all we could do was…

We hit that hill so hard I thought…

My cleat broke in the sprint and everybody…

You came by so fast…

I saw that guy swing wide and…

The re-ride is loud.  Everybody clamoring to get their version heard, piling on each others tales.

We’re just so full of energy, even after the most brutal rides, we gotta talk it out.  Re-ride the whole thing.  Hearing how it went down from every perspective, and loving every single syllable said and heard.

Pass the Marlboro’s

(Matt and Jon re-riding the Market Ride)

 

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