as far as they're concerned, there are only 3 bits of you they're interested in -
be grateful for the 1/3 they haven't got
t
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After The Rebellion Of 2014
- Thread starter thehangingtree
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t
still can't figure the math on that last part... I'll let it go... The story moves on...
It was a dark night as a front filled the sky with clouds and the fog rolling off the Meramec River in the valley below the crucifixion mound. Messa, Barbaria, and Blaire could not see each other though they hung only a few dozen feet apart with Blaire in the middle and in the heavy air even their labored breathing could not be heard over the crickets and tree frogs. In the darkness Blaire had nothing to do but reflect on what had happened to her that day.
She had dragged her cross to the mound she hanged crucified past strangers and people she had known, more than a few she knew and some she even considered friends. She would not make that mistake again! What bothered her most was their lewd and rude comments about her struggles to carry the cross to the mound as if she was animal being lead to slaughter. Then it occurred to her perhaps that’s what she had descended to.
In the darkness Blaire was denied her sense of sight and the fog muted any sounds she could hear. Her sinuses were packed and only the stench of her body got through. The narrowed senses focused on what she could feel. Her lungs seemed to rattle with each breath with she took. If she moved at all she felt the cross vibrate against her back and she swore it twisted and swayed in the ground. There was the thirsty and hunger that she never knew cycle racing.
The despair grew until she felt something slide against her clit. She pushed up hard and shrieked “Keep away, whatever you are!!!”
A Zippo lighter clicked and lit a cigarette. She couldn’t see who it was through the fog but recognized the voice. “Calm down, Blaire; it’s me, Tree.”
T
It was a dark night as a front filled the sky with clouds and the fog rolling off the Meramec River in the valley below the crucifixion mound. Messa, Barbaria, and Blaire could not see each other though they hung only a few dozen feet apart with Blaire in the middle and in the heavy air even their labored breathing could not be heard over the crickets and tree frogs. In the darkness Blaire had nothing to do but reflect on what had happened to her that day.
She had dragged her cross to the mound she hanged crucified past strangers and people she had known, more than a few she knew and some she even considered friends. She would not make that mistake again! What bothered her most was their lewd and rude comments about her struggles to carry the cross to the mound as if she was animal being lead to slaughter. Then it occurred to her perhaps that’s what she had descended to.
In the darkness Blaire was denied her sense of sight and the fog muted any sounds she could hear. Her sinuses were packed and only the stench of her body got through. The narrowed senses focused on what she could feel. Her lungs seemed to rattle with each breath with she took. If she moved at all she felt the cross vibrate against her back and she swore it twisted and swayed in the ground. There was the thirsty and hunger that she never knew cycle racing.
The despair grew until she felt something slide against her clit. She pushed up hard and shrieked “Keep away, whatever you are!!!”
A Zippo lighter clicked and lit a cigarette. She couldn’t see who it was through the fog but recognized the voice. “Calm down, Blaire; it’s me, Tree.”
T
Thoughts, feelings, emotions....dense description....good writing Tree!!!
...somewhere pages back someone asked 'where is Tree?'
So what is Tree doing here and where are Bull and Gunner???
Hmmm... They were pissed off at the judge and the M-60 isn't on the mound.
This might not bode well for the judge...
Tree
...thanks for the comment, Barb...
to the likes of Bull and Gunner, we females consist of just 3 bits,
still can't figure the math on that last part... I'll let it go...
a pair higher up
,the third and most important one lower down
to the likes of Bull and Gunner, we females consist of just 3 bits,
a pair higher up
the third and most important one lower down
Fundamentals of mathematical reasoning 101. That about sums it up
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Fundamentals of mathematical reasoning 101. That about sums it up
Thank you Barb.
I would freak out.Tree appearing at the foot of your cross is rarely a reason for anyone to "calm down"....
cxslave
Chain Slave
Blaire's "freak out" only looks like a tiny wiggle to Tree...and all it does is make her hamstrings cramp up again....
When I was crucified it was my arm's that cramped up on me.Blaire's "freak out" only looks like a tiny wiggle to Tree...and all it does is make her hamstrings cramp up again....
cxslave
Chain Slave
Yes I'm sure eventually pretty much every muscle group is going to go during a crux. Though I must admit you have more experience than me...
I am sure that one day you will experience it too...just keep it safe and enjoy.Yes I'm sure eventually pretty much every muscle group is going to go during a crux. Though I must admit you have more experience than me...
cxslave
Chain Slave
probably not but I do like thinking about it!I am sure that one day you will experience it too...just keep it safe and enjoy.
Anything that could potentially damage the nerves in the hands by cutting of bloodflow is bad for a bike racer. Got to be able to shift those gears...
Oh yes...I forgot.probably not but I do like thinking about it!
cxslave
Chain Slave
I'm sure an experience person could minimize the risks but when you make a living from being able to shift gears even a small risk is too much sadly...
RacingRodent
Consul
And more danger from....erm...squirrelsI think cyclocross must be like crucifixion with a bit more agony added
Sorry Cx
cxslave
Chain Slave
I know on my fifth trip up the Cauberg during this years Valkenburg World Cup I was ready to be nailed!I think cyclocross must be like crucifixion with a bit more agony added
The parts of the courses where you have to shoulder your bike and run are definitely similar to having to carry the crosspiece for sure! It's just usually alot muddier in cross... The crowd is also on your side a bit more I would think in cross....