A new league record

As of 6:30 a.m., there are 53 comments on Monday's post. Fifty-three.

That's more than when Jack was born, more than when I crashed in Lincoln, more than when I broke my back, more than when I was canned. It's more than all of those combined.

Now, I'd argue that each of those events was more significant than Monday's post, which had a pretty simple message: shut up and ride your bike. I mean, you've got a birth, a bloody crash, a near-catastrophic injury and massive upheaval in those four posts.

Monday? Eh, it's just me being sick of hearing about how epic and hardcore your weekend ride was. The work you did was probably similar to the work I did. We both rode, we both made strides toward improvement.

Move on. (Wait, I have some rebuttals.)

Shim: I did talk about the boredom of Base 1 a lot. True. But you kept on reading, didn't you? It's that or I start talking about video game wins and losses. (Spoiler: There are no winners.)

Mark: You're right.

Marc: You're right.

Mike: You're right.

Other Mike: You're right, too.

Jonathan: Nope. You're wrong. (OK, you're right, too.)

Yes, you're all right. And because I promised on Twitter that I'd do it, everybody who posted within the first 50 comments gets a Stinger Waffle, to be picked up at the Great Trek Bicycle Selling Store of Omaha. I count 15 of you.

Thanks for reading. Now beat it.