Two Hours

Tuesday the 24th July, 2012 was a voyage into the Abyss. On that day, I rode on a trainer for 2:01:20. Here is a recount of that event.

Enjoyment

It's not gay, no one is making eye contact

I rode for three hours, a little more actually, the most I've ridden in months and I got to some thinking. Do creationists really believe the world was made by a magic person in the sky? Is Sky the most powerful cycling team in the history of sports? Are sports really that enjoyable? Are prostate orgasms really that intense?

KWAM part 2

Not exciting news, but something worth mentioning anyway. Sometimes a story is worth the lesson.

KAWM part one

Queenslander

Dispatches from Kurt's Annual Winter Migration, Queensland. It's sunny, and about 21 degrees every day. Mornings are brisk, 15ish. I've found the morning coldness to just touch the skin. Riding around makes your skin burn cold, but it doesn't freeze your bones and your soul like down south.