He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother …
Little Brother
Being sick is a total drag, but it gave me extra time for some things that were on my endless To-do-list forever and finally i started building some new training wheels for my race bike. You can’t have him running on ten-year-old rims forever.
So i gave him the race wheels so he wouldn’t feel totally naked and he sure looks good. He must feel kinda bad because with all the running we didn’t spend as much time together as we used to do. But since i got at least one time trial and one ironman race coming up next year, we’ll be out there again a lot.
He’s a Softride Classic TT and apart from the fact that he is the most beautiful buddy to go on the road with (and the evil 56 teeth chainring that punishes you for every day you missed training), he’s like me: He’s got a heavy build. In some regards he’s so totally different. He’s fast. And he makes heads turn.
Him and me
