Vermont is spelled with a capital “V”, surely no coincidence. With the loads of mountains and climbs available, it had to start with a “V”. I mean, if it was mountainous enough to draw a runaway “loose” nun who left the church for a sailor, it must be good, right? (Great nordic skiing there””Trapp Family Lodge, if you are there in the winter months as well).
Anyways, being a seventh generation “V”ermonter myself, who was raised on a family farm on Rogers’ Hill in West Newbury, VT (which was hand cleared and settled in 1763 by my G-G-G-G-G-Grandfather and still owned by my father) I have a deep love and feel for VT, liberal politics notwithstanding. So when I heard about the 200 on 100 “Dumptruck of Awesome” that was available, I just knew that I had to do it. And not only that, I knew that I had to share this beautiful “Ode to the V in Vermont” with all of my best cyber-cycling-soul mates. Okay, soul mates might be going a bit far there, but you get my meaning.
So, enough with the intro.
Break out the rollers, get on the trainers, find your winter gear; lay off the seconds, nurse that one glass of booze, hold the toasting to one drink, dodge Cupid’s chocolates and shoot the Easter Bunny because training for this bastard started yesterday and you’ll be paying for it on the 28th of June, 2012 in spades!
See you in the pre-dawn hours on the Canadian border with our eyes firmly fixed on the prize of the Massachusetts border. Let’s drive this dump truck like Mel Gibson leaving the compound in a post-apocalyptic world, baby!
Route and location details on the Cogal Event Page.
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@mcsqueak
Trader Joes does NOT carry fucking StroopVVafels. Trade Joes carries some SHIT rotten fuck-all pieces of coalesced dog shit that pretends to be fucking StroopVVafels.
These are fucking tiny and fucking shitty. If you buy them, I'm rescinding your status as a Velominatus. That goes for anyone else.
These are pretty good.
http://www.thedutchstore.com/WEBSTORE/productinfo.aspx?itemno=09249&&TOPSEQ=2&KEY=stroopwafel
You and @Scaler911 will be treated to real ones on Saturday morning before the Cogal. Stroopvvafels should only ever be made of full-on butter. You can't go with a "healthy" version.
@Steampunk
Yeah but unless you step away from the stroopwaffels you'll be too fat to climb. Merckx those things are addictive.
@frank
Not stroopwafels, but I bet they're still tastier than honey stingers...
May i recomend: Meli honingwafels
@frank
Do they come in a mayonnaise version?
@Sauterelle
Never trust a Belgian, unless the subject matter involves cobblestones, beer, or frittes. They are also the authority on the combination of any of the three.
But on nothing else.
@Belgian Cobblestones
Sorry, mate. That means you too.
@frank
in all fairness mayonaise should be inclouded in that list
A client brings roomboter stroopwafels back from Rijswijk. Good stuff.
Thank Merckx that we seem to have beaten that horse to death because I for one am taking nothing with the words stroop or waffle on the sacred 100... No matter how authentically D. monkey made.
Just finished a weekend of matinence riding with @xyxax and have to report that the man has an awesome motor that kicked In after 80 k. Understandable with a top tube that is longer than my leg, he needed the time to get blood to all the extremities and then it was an awesome ride in his wake.
So, many thanks Xyxax for making me get out there on such a great day!
Now it's rest and more rest, the hard work is done, weight is in range of being perfect for climbing at the 225 k mark on the day and my only concern is to spend the next 10 days in a zen like state of calm because this is going to be a fantastic day for all and I feel like a little kid in the week before the birthday!
So, there I was. Pedaling along in my V-kit, eating my Trader Joes SHIT rotten fuck-all pieces of coalesced dog shit that pretends to be fucking StroopVVafels. Talk about delicious.