Up, up and away

There comes a time in every man's life when he feels the need to do something incredibly stupid. Hopefully when that time comes it does not take the form of marriage or procreation, though sadly I have to report that it often does. Fortunately I have not been particularly stoopid in those areas. Nevertheless, I found myself gasping and wheezing my way up and down the lovely but viscous hills of Garrett County, Maryland a couple of weeks ago. And there's no way to describe the decision process that led me there as anything other than stupid*.

I survived it and even managed to enjoy the brief parts between long sessions of mind and body destroying effort. I won't bore you with the details of my deplorable climbing ability, but I just will apologize to the good people of far western Maryland for polluting their roads with my flaccid corpse for over seven gruelling hours. I hope I can still have babies.

Bartlebones drags his fat ass across the finish line of the Garrett County Gran Fondo Masochistic Metric

*Apologies for any offense taken by the American Association of Stupid People (AASP).