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but I'm not completely certain, coming down from Lake Arrowhead in SoCal. We were weaving in and out of cars, scaring the literal crapola out of me.

I kept praying to said Patron Saint of No Flat Tires at Bad Times, all the while contemplating what to do if I lost traction.

With family and kids, speeds over forty cause concern and I want maybe to hit sixty, but friends who've done it, claim it's frightening on a bike.

It's amazing, I've crashed in the thirties, and the road rash is amazing. I'd hate to see it at forty or fifty.

I was thinking of Quis, as I tried to break forty this weekend. On a flat I was able to maintain the 25 for a while, but 30, but for a sprint, no way, and I'm eight percent body fat on a fat day, six percent before a race.