Curvy Butt, being the good friend he is and with my safety and health at the forefront, poked and prodded me until I got up off the side of the road and got my ass back on the bike and stopped being a sissy. I hung off the back the entire ride unable to take a pull at the lead and by the end of it, we managed to squeeze a slow 100km+ ride.
Don't know what I am going to do about the end of the month yet, can barely finish a 100 km road ride without feeling trashed . . . let alone 160 km on a single speed.
I had the camera on me the entire time but didn't feel like pulling out until just after Curvy Butt and I parted ways towards the end of the ride. Saw the above image spray painted on the pavement and was rather fitting of how I was feeling on the ride. . . . death.
Speaking of death . . .
Have you ordered your Team Dicky Death March t-shirt yet?