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"Oh sure, I just love cats. I get a couple new ones every month."
I'm starting to worry as I've been to John's house and haven't really noticed any cats hanging around. "Man that's like 24 cats a year, where do you keep 'em all?"
Meanwhile Roger sensing that we're not paying attention takes a
flyer off the front as we hit the flat spot on the Conzelman climb.
John takes off after him.
I'm thinkin', "Dudes been eatin' his cats, gotta be."
By this time Roger and John have put 100 feet into me and I'm still thinking, "What's a cat taste like?" When I decide it's either time to bridge up or time to call the SPCA.
Facts, I need more facts! They've just turned left past the tree at
the fork, gets a bit steeper here. It's now or never. I'm
starting to come back a bit, yanking on the bars, "hey this stem is
nice, bit long though.... long as a
cat's leg". Coming round the bend past the 15 mph sign and
it's time to kick, but it's not enough and they still have 5-10 seconds
over the top and I'm completely cooked.
"DO IT FOR THE KITTIES. MUST SAVE THE KITTIES!"
Push it over into the big ring and down the back we come. I'm
ready now. I'm an avenging silver bullet. Unstoppable. Garg
look out for the bunnies crossing the road. It's not cool to
bisect a bunny while trying to rid the world of cat eaters.
At last I'm on Roger's wheel, I am officially, completely cooked.
I come around next to John. "Where the hell do you get off
eating all those cats?", I gasp.
John, perplexed, just points to his jersey. SPCA Cycling Team.
He volunteers nursing sick cats back to health ... about 2 a
Which leads us to this fabulous 130 mm (1 cat leg) / 26mm clamp
diameter / ibis titanium road stem. 150.00.
It really is quite beautiful.
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