The Most, The Biggest, or Whatever:
The biggest sandbagger. Snapper.
The most ferocious looking calves. BobH, Phil.
He’s trying to get in shape enough to fake his way through one, very flat Tri, and has decided we aren’t doing enough flat courses, so he’s riding loops on Pleasant Union Church Rd until he gets tired. Or dizzy. Ba-room.
We never see them. Frank, Jessica, Melissa.
Gets out of shape and is slow; then gets in shape and is fast; but we never see them again. Rushmore.
Most likely to attack a hill just because it is there, or he is foolish. The Duke, Levi.
Most likely to “defend” a hill just because someone else attacked it. Lt. Dave.
Is young and prone to attacking off the front until he blows up. Levi, SteveK.
We don’t know enough about them to nominate them for any category. Smitty.
Enigma. BigWaveDave.
Is suspected of being prone to going off the front or dragging the pace up. Norris, LeeD. (With honorable mentions to the Mallet and Tito for their performances at the Solstice Century.)
He's in the Galapagos. Tito.
The most dependable for taking long pulls at a useful pace. The Mallet, the Iceman.
Most dependable partner with the most consistent riding style. Iva.
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