Hour one. Spinning easy.
Oh, no. Not the pink skin suit?!
Sweaty already.
Bob’s barking breakfast
Odwalla bar and coffee.
Ed gasping for air.
Just ride endurance?
Shift up, up..."how much more, Ed?
Bidon off John’s head.
Hour four. Yes, hour four.
“Hey, I can’t feel my (censored)!”
Watkins still rolling.
Monstrous appetites.
I think Newt ate Nicholas.
More French toast? Of course.
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