Well, the scoplaw went old school with Hush today, logging 110 miles out to Leesburg VA and back (with an entirely unintended side-trip). It wasn't a particularly distinguished century, but at least it was a century (my first in awhile). I only averaged 16 mph (that includes food stops.)
I also lost my heart to a female roadie who totally kicked my ass (though I did keep pace with her on the hills - and hey, it was miles 80-90, so I should get some slack, I think). Spandex, a late model Trek, good directions (to a turned-about Scoplaw), and a fine sprinting form. What more could any man ask (I ask)?
Speaking of the true pleasures of life, I am about to become the happiest human on the planet, courtesy a shower, a (vaguely) mexican dish, and some beer.
Then (who-hoo!) lawbooks - and perhaps switching off that damn parenthetical gene.