Like Cheese Whiz spread across Ritz snack crackers; so the pain was spread across El Gato's sinewy muscles this morning during an all out attack on the Berg de Mill Mountain. Victory was El Gato's, though, after dancing between two closely parked work vans in the middle of the course. Pulling tight the drawstrings of success, El Gato reached deep into his mussette bag of courage and found his crafty mountain and cyclocross skills granting him traction on the wet leaves and moss sprinkled across the course. At the top, with the Roanoke Star standing watch, the fog lifted bringing El Gato to the crest of Victory! Mist, buringing off the roof of the the Discovery Center, rose in a victory salute to the elated rider, El Gato. (Especially since El Gato had to make special effort to wake up early and ride before work.)
Has El Gato mentioned that he loves riding his bicycles?
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