As soon as the weather broke and beautiful, sunny, warm weather returned to the region I immediately planned to start taking the long way home bike back from work – a plan that Francis and I took to an extreme this past weekend. 

There are people that always find an excuse for their performance at any type of competitive event, unless they win...whether I was to fault the Zipp bottle cages, or the Camelbak bottles, this was sabotage. And I was fucked. No water, no racing, just surviving.

We may not have bothies, but this still makes me want to ESCAPE!