Sunday was a repeat of Saturday in the weather dept. and the rocks were slick in Lynn. Keep it straight, feather that brake - and no twitching on the line or suffer the smack down! The conditions kept us honest and there was no way of disguising botched maneuvers. As Barry said it best, "Greasy as a butcher's _____." <- fill in the blank with the appropriate noun.
This is George and I near the end of the ride, tempting fate one last time. In dry conditions this would be a walk in the park...I almost passed on this one till Dr fibrillator showed me up. Walking down would have been near imposable anyway.
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