Your legs are shot. You’ve been climbing a lot and your legs burn. You know you should probably sit out for the day but your mind is full of kindling and every time you think about a bike is potentially a match. Do you piss on the pile and water yourself down with mediocre television or do you strike the flint and watch as your body lights and burns up yet more miles?

Scorn the spandex monkey. Scorn him! He is bad.