20 miles. Beautiful day here in the greater Phoenix Metro. First ride in a couple of weeks. Triggers are weird. I'm used to slamming a 24 Steal Reserve after I ride and 5 minutes in I start craving the end of the ride and how that malted high octane sh! would be. Halfway through ride I thought "Gee I'm near my Buddy Steve's... He always drinks beer all weekend.... I could stop by and just have a couple and be fine to ride home (this despite the fact that having a "few" was a contributing factor to me breaking my collar bone a couple years ago while biking. Focused instead on posting here. My mind is sick.
Last edited by ElegantlyWasted; 01-29-2012 at 04:18 PM.
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