Escape (the Pina Colada song)

We went to the Brazilian and it was magnificent. There were hot dead animals of every kind and we ate lots of them.  Our new arrival, David, is not entirely aligned with corporate policy vis a vis drinks.  We all ordered a large beer but David went for a Pina Colada.....yes, I know!  I will take him on one side tomorrow and explain that this sort of nonsense just isn't acceptable, even if he does like making love at midnight in the dunes of the cape.

Today we did a 60 mile ride with clear blue skies and highs in the low 20s....which was nice.  Slightly less nice was the ruddy great hill we had to climb right out of the door.  Distance, grade and total climb are numbers that won't convey the true horror of this bastard so let's describe it in simpler language....2 hours in bottom gear at walking pace.  David redeemed himself after his big drinks faux pa by being slower than me.  Cresting a hill in anything other than last place is an experience I could get used to.

The remaining 48 miles were easier, but that's a very relative term.  We got back to the apartment at about 17:15 and wrapped ourselves round a few cold ones.  Since there are no cocktail making supplies in the apartment David went thirsty.


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