First and foremost . . . CONGRATULATIONS to Farrow, Buffington and Kershaw at the Arrowhead 135. And Jeremy, UNBELIEVABLE on a SINGLE SPEED! WELL DONE BOYS! (I shall be forever humbled by Mr Kershaw)
It had been a peaceful 25 years since I last saw a start line.
Enter C P Farrow who graciously took me under his wing, and threatened me with certain death in the event I chose not to ride the "Heck of the North."
Suddenly I had to train, and practice, and train and practice.
Leaving my house at 9:00 pm to ride for hours on end, up again at 4:00am to ride even further.
Riding on snow and ice? How can that be?
What is this about I thought? hmmm . . . strangely, having fun, enjoying myself. . . "What had I been missing, what's up with that??" I thought.
Now I find a malaise has set upon me. What am I to do?
Enter the CIRREM me thinks! Of course . . . that will do it, lift my spirits, energize my tired, aging legs . . . onward and upward!
Finally, I wonder if we are: Napoleon, Snowball, Boxer and Clover or the Four Horseman of the Apocalypse?
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