In the male dominated "parking lot poseur" niche of cycling, where five or six guys stand around straddling their bikes and talk s**t about everything, there is a reoccurring theme that won't go away.
Wouldn't it be great to have a hot girlfriend/wife who was also a fast rider?
It is the Holy Grail for male cyclists who, like Mongo, love the ladies... Someone who can not only keep up, but challenge you and look great doing it.
Today, Mongo met his match... Instead of the usual juiced up East German triathletes that I normally run with, this girl was cute and blonde and sweet and fast... and she laughed at my jokes as we rode.
I think I'm going to ask her to marry me next time I see her.
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