Nov 04 2012

“Last night I was riding though some five degree weather with rain, up and own hills slick with falling leaves. The whole time I was pretending I was part of some bastard child of RVV-LBL-Lombardia to keep me going. This morning I was bored during a meeting and got to thinking about how all riders must have that stretch of road where our inspiration was derived from those we imagined behind us, and what was blasting in our mind’s ear. Started dicking around on PS and ended up with this. Figured you guys might dig it.”
-Brenden H