The troll of Tramway

"Who's that tripping over my bridge?" roared the troll.

“Who’s that tripping over my bridge?” roared the troll.

If you can’t stand the heat, get under the overpass.

The Tour stages cut deeply into the cool morning hours, so we Live Update Guys can’t get out and about until 10-ish most days.

Today it was already 80-something when I finally got rolling, and 90-something when I got home. Drank two bottles and snarfed down a gel but found myself slightly weary for some reason. Go figure.

The only shade to be found on the entire two-hour ride was underneath Tramway, between Manitoba and Spain, so I took a brief photography break before resuming my climb back to the air-conditioned barn.

When I arrived home I saw that Ronald McDonald McTrump was panhandling his Twitter followers, so I graciously offered him the steam off my piss. Haven’t heard back yet. There’s just no pleasing some people.

Self-funded campaign, me arse.

Self-funded campaign, me arse.

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10 Responses to “The troll of Tramway”

  1. khal spencer Says:

    Surprised you didn’t find Trump under that bridge…

  2. JD Dallager Says:

    POG: On the positive side, the days are already getting shorter! (Missed commenting on starting another lap (or half lap) around the sun at the solstice). That means cooler temps in just 3 more months! 🙂

    I’ve modified my MTB’ing trail selection to find mainly trees and shade……may have to also consider a few Interstate overpasses. Meantime, how you and Mr P are able to LUG and also maintain a “normal” lifestyle is beyond me. Good on ya both!

    Oh yeah, my best to Herself and The Menagerie.

    • Patrick O'Grady Says:

      JD, I’m already looking forward to fall. Which, as you note, ain’t all that far off.

      As to the workload, it helps that Herself gets up around 4:30. She feeds and waters The Menagerie and fires up the coffeemaker before putting on the warpaint.

      I usually arise from my coffin an hour later, meet individually with Field Marshal Turkish von Turkenstein, Miss Mia Sopaipilla and Mister Boo to discuss affairs of state, then grab a cup of joe, burn Herself a Brexit muffin, and sit down at the Mac to commence the LUGgery.

      It’s all downhill from there. Oy, is it ever.

  3. Libby Says:

    You mean you didn’t take a “natural break” during your ride, Patrick? Just seems appropriate at Tour time.

    This link for a story in The Atlantic may have been previously posted here. I read a more detailed story somewhere. Can’t find it now.

    http://www.theatlantic.com/politics/archive/2016/06/donald-trump-campaign-debt-fec-loans/488183/

    • Patrick O'Grady Says:

      Didn’t need a natural break today, Libby, though I drank a ton of water before I left and croaked two bottles en route. I was sweating like The Hilldebeast under an FBI grilling.

      The Atlantic does good work. It’s one of my daily must-reads.

    • Steve O Says:

      View story at Medium.com

      • Pat O'Brien Says:

        The house lost. His private investors lost. Then public investors lost. Atlantic City lost. The employees, expendable pawns to him, lost. Trump won, pulled millions out, and then walked away. Chapter, baby. I don’t make the rules. I can’t help it if investors are greedy and stupid and bought my line of bullshit.

  4. carl b duellman jr Says:

    it’s been in the 80s and 90s here but the humidity is 60-70%. one of the a/c units went out at the office so i’ve been wearing shorts and tevas but the 10 minute ride to work still leaves me a sweaty mess.

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