ELBOW ETIQUETE

THE MEATHEAD ELBOWED HIS WAY TO THE FRONT OF THE LINE.

He gloated to his companion... Did you see how I got us right up front?  then loudspeaking I hope we make our train.

I patiently waited to place my order, standing on cleats to peer over his enormous ego.

Yes, I'll take a coffeecake muffin please.

I settled into "my" preferred chair in the back and elbowed the aforementioned negativity...

... preferring to review the thus far glorious morning which I'd spent riding with some of the county's best riders.

The pace had been steamy in a locomotive sorta way, and unlike 2 weeks ago I was able to hang on...

... the difference? 

Heck, I dunno.  Well, I do know I got a solid 8 hrs and lathered up with PR Lotion.  

Elbows... yes, elbows!

Elbows were flying as our choo-choo of 30 railed through town.

The flick kind.  You know.  Where you do your turn, slide over and flick the elbow.

Early elbow flicking is gentlemanly thing, lady-like too.  Kind of a Yoohoo, c'mon through, I could pull more but I know you want a workout too.

By the time we got back to the coast, things were serious.  5 rolling miles up the road was the sprint.

Late elbow flicking is generally humiliating... more of a Crap, I'm cooked, pleasepleaseplease come around for I fear I might die should you delay.

There was a lot late elbow flicking going on.  Gasps turning to gaps.  I love that kinda effort, right on the edge of blowing up...

... the final bite of my muffin was a good as the first.  I reveled in my amazingly good fortune and with no rush to be home rode some more.

On third thought, I did wear this hat all week... does subliminal advertising get the credit?

https://pedalindustries.com/products/ride-fast-curved-bill?variant=10683321516068

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