Cars make you weak. So along with Charlie who is out there every day getting stronger and stronger I’m out there matching his efforts and trying to one up his ass. Rain or shine heat or cold. I’m like the fuckin mailman who likes pain. My mantra as I’m grinding up hills faster than I should be is “you can do more than you think you can” When my heart is pounding out of my chest and I’m sucking in more pollution than a fucking chain smoking model, thats what I tell myself. It worked in the marines, and it sure as hell works out on the streets, trails or whatever else you choose to apply it to.
Now get out there and keep the rubber side down.