RACE DAY
(Or, organized ride as seen from an overactive imagination's perspective)

Stan and Gary and I took on the entire Midwestern peloton today.

The dudes attacked right from the gun.

I patrolled the field, watched for any threatening attacks. By which I mean, I looked at the cute ponies. As every serious cyclist knows, this is called "teamwork."

This road is like, "Rollercoaster . . . of love."

Always observe the centerline rule, people. It exists for your protection.