Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Ft. Davis

I arrive at Ft. Davis,
prepared for battle by altitude training on the moon, (It has more vegetation and atmosphere than you may think. Those fake moon landing photographs you may have seen look nothing like the real thing.) and doing lactate intervals while holding my breath.

This is where an Apache might have spied on the soldiers moments before cutting their throats.

Desert flower

Me,Patricio, and Kemot enjoy intimate moments, recovering from the hill climb. They are very sensual lovers and had many partners during the weekend.

Team co-captain, soigneur, and nutritionist Juan Cool prepared sweet potatoes and popcorn-scorpions the eve before Patricio would ride to sweet victory.
I won 16th out of about 50, for what it's worth.

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