Yeah, reminds me of when I riding/racing mountain bikes in the late 1980s/early 1990s and having the periodic realization that I was becoming afraid to push the envelope too hard because it had been so long since I crashed. I had forgotten how crashing felt & how it didn’t feel, so I needed a good crash (but not too “good” of course).
I think you removed your helmet so you have broken with the creed
He has to atone himself in the Maurten Lake ![]()

Have you heard of fartleks?
Another funny one… Fartleks workouts are fun…

Or a poor (good) translation on explaining why speed kills in swedish
“it’s not the fart that kills you, it’s the smell”
LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL. Poor Killroy.
Always love telling my high school runners when we are going to drop some fartlek during the run today. ![]()
I’ve heard about some Swedish tour guide who doesn’t find it that funny anymore when their foreign customers keep stopping to take photos of their speed signs. But sure is funny.
I’ve got another one, when the coffee machines at work runs out of brew, it simply says “slut”… No need to call me out like that…
An mtb with a front derailleur? Blasphemy.






