I want to ride my bicycle, I want to ride my bike…
June 22, 2009
Ahhhhhh the joy of fresh air, fresh coffee, smiling faces and ultra fit bodies and ultra fit bodies – oh I said that already!
What drives people to get up in the middle of the night (seemingly) to hop onto their ultra modern and high tech bikes and dash off into the mud and grime? To arrive back after having subjected themselves to hours of this to hop into their motor vehicles, and go home to catch up on the board pack that is due on Monday? One of life’s great mysteries.
I dont know, and am not going to ponder it. Because,,,,,,,, preceeding and post the event, they do crave the ultimate beverage, from the ultimate source, and we were there to deliver. they came in all forms, from the hoards of bike people……
To the spectators and supporters (who I prefer, cause they are NORMALLY cleaner and less smelly!)..
June 22nd, 2009 at 10:51 pm
Bikers may be asking the same question of Pronto coffee suppliers. While we sit on seats that appear to put a grin on their faces, which is actually pain in their faces, having a seat so high up their ….! Why are these trailer trash, rednecks up at the crack of dawn, to catch the first hungover bikers, for that oh so eager R12? But then thank God for the Prontonians, they are the reason why I believe I can beat Armstrong. NNNNOt!
But hell it sure beats Energade.