| Duck, Duc... Puss S u n d a y , O c t o b e r 2 6 , 2 0 0 8 It was unseasonably warm today, near 70 degrees the last I looked at about 2:30. I popped out for about 2 hours on the Duc this afternoon. Being that she is no longer my main ride, it often takes me a half an hour to get acclimated to her idiosyncrasies and to scrub the pussy-shine off the tires. I'm always a little hesitant those first 30 miles or so. No doubt volumes can and have been written about the behavior of this red devil. She’s not nice. She doesn’t want to be your friend and she sure as hell isn’t afraid to let you know. I know another girl like that. 
I must be some sort of masochist because I think that all of these things are precisely what draws me to her. She’s my dysfunctional relationship. She’s mean, but oh so beautiful and I love her too much to quit her. When things with her are good, it’s h-o-t. You get off of her with a big smile on your face and butterflies of excitement in your belly. When things go bad… just like dealing with any other hot tempered woman, it is an exercise in frustration. The more you muscle her, the more resistant she becomes. She takes a light touch. You’ve got to use your whole body with her move around on the seat, weight the pegs, never loading up the bars. If you are passive with her, she will walk all over you. For some people, it’s the toilet but me, I do all of my best thinking on the bike. Sadly all of my incredibly brilliant thoughts evaporate into the ether once the key is turned off. Obviously. | 
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