Tripleshot Cycling

So, the Wed. Hills gang is heading up Caddy Bay this morning and Peter (the human torch, evil twin, locomotive, etc.) takes off out of the saddle full speed ahead (with Roland glued to his tail). I didn't only think it, I said it (to Scott): "Let him go, that isn't sustainable for hills" (meaning the 4-3-2 routine). Also, he's done these short attacks before on Wednesdays. In fact, it seems to me he's doing that all the time these days!

We catch him at around the half way point of climb #1 and all seems right with the world. There's some clunking of gears from the Berg as we come alongside. Little Ring Peter I say to myself (not really but it fits the story). Hold your horses! He's selecting a harder not easier gear and he's out of the saddle again.

For three more ascents this scene was repeated - Scott and I struggling to keep pace. Right Scott? You were struggling too weren't you? I thought so.

If that wasn't enough to show that more than just the clocks changed last weekend, 15 minutes later (after we do Sinclair and he does a few dozen Tolmies alone) he's waiting for us at the base of Tolmie just for the chance to end the morning with a race to the top!

There's a coach in Italy looking at the Victoria road cams trying unsuccessfully to warn his boy that Peter (Rocky) Lawless is taking this fight seriously.

JT

Aaaaadriaaaan

Our protest (Dave Spiers and I) against Peter's new colossal climbing abilities is that we have pledged to do the Giro de Sardegna with unshaven legs. If we can even finish a European stage race with hairy North American legs, tell, me, who has won? (ps: check out Pete's girlie hill-climbing gams!)