bablerized

The watch was a hit and apparently "similar" to her old one but "much nicer." Couldn't tell if she was being facetious. Just a side note to all my loyal readers, essentially a note to myself, read blog from bottom to top. It makes more sense, historically anyways. Yes, I do re-read my blog. It's for typos though, not self-love. I figure I can at least spell check this thing to make up for the lack of sentence structure and grammar. Spent 2 hours of running around getting to and from babler today and 28 minutes on the bike for a grand total of 7 miles. At a mere seven miles it was enough to push my heart up into my throat on more than one occasion. Raced down to the entrance and finally spun out in the top gear, well, that and I ran out of leg juice. Enough to hit 48mph but not enough to overtake Adam. Asshole got the jump on me anyways. Thought about hopping on his wheel initially but since he thrice refused to put on his helmet I worried rubbing wheels would have him drinking his supper out of a straw until his expiration date. Feeling so much better climbing these days and screaming on the descents. Finally have a good feel for the bike's capabilities or at least mine, which are far inferior, but finding my groove. I need to go out there one day and put in about 50 miles. My personal acclimation to the rolling hills of Missouri. Maybe if I get a hyperbaric chamber to sleep in I can finally catch Adam on a climb. I guess all in all, it's worth all the time getting there even if I only get to rocket down the big hill's for a few minutes. I could stop at Six Flags to get the same thrill, but at babler there are no lines, minimal white trash, and admission is free. However, I could not get a roasted turkey leg anywhere.