On Sat, Jul 18, 2009 at 7:44 AM, Jan Heine <[email protected]> wrote:
> > I had to laugh, because it happened to me today. Not a triathlete, > but the scenario was the same. To add a bit of humor of a different sort, the one encounter with a woman cyclist that I best remember (beside the several encounters with the Ice Blonde) was long ago enough for the memory no longer to rankle: I was out of shape and riding with effort up a longish, steepish hill. A friendly lady on a nice custom tourer drew up to me and started chatting, much to my annoyance because I had to try and keep my breath and speech normal while maintaining a pace that I had just planned to lessen, and, in so doing, very quickly got myself into severe oxygen debt. Fortunately, she took pity on me after a half mile or so and left me in her wake, so that I didn't die. > -- Patrick Moore Albuquerque, NM Professional Resumes. Contact [email protected] A billion stars go spinning through the night Blazing high above your head; But within you is the Presence that will be When all the stars are dead. Rainer Maria Rilke --~--~---------~--~----~------------~-------~--~----~ You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "RBW Owners Bunch" group. To post to this group, send email to [email protected] To unsubscribe from this group, send email to [email protected] For more options, visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/rbw-owners-bunch?hl=en -~----------~----~----~----~------~----~------~--~---
