As someone sized like an America’s Cup spinnaker, undisciplined, weakly motivated, and by the way, old, I often find myself out there, alone, in the wind.

Everytime I encounter that afternoon headwind coming through the Golden Gate I think of Fatty’s stories, sit up, slow down, and wonder how he does it.

Love this installment. Not a ‘cliffhanger’, per se, but definitely a great chapter in this summer reading forum.

Hope to see you at the Crushar, I’m bringing a couple of new victims.

And no hint of how those helmets got crushed?

I’d let my dog walk and feed himself while I wait for the next installment, but somehow that always involves him inviting his friends over, borrowing my bike, and leaving a bunch of empty pizza boxes on the couch.

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