When last you saw the dynamic duo of Sprechernaut and Marcusaurelis, they had finished licking their wounds from the thrashing hills of Richter and Yellow Lakes ... well Mark was lightly licking his superficial scratches and eating cheesecake while his partner was crawling through the backroads of Penticton.
Now having regrouped and being revitalized they drove into the heart of bison country, armed with only a pair of Cervelos and spandex. Onward ..... Marcus yelled as the rain spat upon us. We began the day at a light crawl and entered the park with some help from coach P. Rolling through the park we felt genuinely happy eventhough our butts were soaked and water was spraying in our faces.
30 minutes in and the rainfall intensified, with every peddle stroke we could feel the water ooze from our drenched socks ... but Mark would not be defeated. The hills challenged and bucked us but he would not be denied. Mark rode up from the rear and helped to power through the heart of the beast. Together they thrashed along the roadway not giving up to elements. No sunglasses to be left behind ..... no achilles heal this time. They had enough repairs for 10 flat tires and would finally put the Mornville ride of 2009 in the past. The rain crashed and the thunder raged but the entrance to the park gates were in our grips. Grinding each pedal stroke they made it. With the courage of Katty Sprechernaut to light the way .... the heroic bike clan survived to bike another day.
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