Seeing as this thread seems to be in aid of narcissism, heres a couple of me
Port of Tauranga half ironman - I rode like an idiot, out splitting former world champ & olympic champ Hamish Carter - I was on target for a 1:25 run at this point then about 5 minutes from now I blow the f@$* up and struggle to a BS 1:4X run split. The stupid amounts of salt on my shoulders and thighs should have been a giveaway
and heres one for the laadiees..... haha
I lost a bet. Drunken fixie riding on Ponsonby road, arguably the most fashionable/stylish street in the country - Im stoked I wasnt wearing briefs
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