We Nearly Died Cycling

We're so pleased that yesterday's hottie, "Sensational Sunday - Superman", was such a popular choice! So popular is he that it appears we need to begin planning now for our blog's Golden Jubilee (50,000 visitors since we began last January 31st)! We got today's hottie early Saturday morning while on our way to the Boston - Provincetown Fast Ferry for a day trip to Ptown. He reminds us very much of our HOTT Crew Member FTH! We think the clever use of blue and blue-gray in his outfit is quite flattering to his muscular physique. And we adore the shaved head in a baseball cap and magnificently groomed facial scruff. Woof!

Location: Green Line at Longwood

Imagined Profession: Medical Device Sales

Photographer: GB

And how was our weekend? Well, scroll down!

FT decided to stay home on Sunday as he thought cycling 50 miles in mid-90's temperatures was insane. We should have heeded his advice as WE NEARLY DIED! And we almost took the town of Salem with us! We should mention that we were accompanied by a female cyclist who joins us occasionally for our long bike rides. We've given her the nickname "Barbara Billingsley" as she always wears a string of pearls whilst cycling. Our first encounter with disaster occurred in Salem when Nippy hit a pothole and got a flat tire. The ensuing dialog between Nippy and FTH was most memorable, but the piece de resistance was when a CO2 cartridge froze to the valve on the first of 2 replacement tubes, resulting in an earth shattering explosion and a white mushroom cloud billowing forth from Nippy's bike. Locals refer to the event as "The Big Blow". Above is a view of our manly cycling calves. GB has black cycling shoes with HRC socks, Nippy has white cycling shoes with HRC socks, GB has black cycling shoes with canary yellow socks. Notice the explosion marks on FTH's and Nippy's right calves. Photography by Barbara Billingsley.

After repairing Nippy's bike tire, and evading the police by ducking into Salem's Pirate Museum (after which FTH would not stop saying "Arggggh!" and "Avast ye scurvy scum!"),  we continued north to Wenham and Essex. Our first hint that Barbara Billingsley was beginning to suffer from heat exhaustion was when she led us down a dead end road (Redgate Rd, Essex) to the shores of Lake Chabacco and began to wax poetic over a flock of chickens. She then began slamming gatorade almost as fast as she had been slamming Lemon Drops the night before. We foolishly pressed on in the blazingly hot sun and completed our loop around Cape Ann, ending at the Cape Ann Brewery & Pub in Gloucester. It was there that the bonking (a cycling term) began. GB fell asleep sitting straight up holding a beer. Nippy came down with an extreme case of the chills. FTH discreetly lept over the deck railing at the brewery and then not so discreetly tossed his lunch into Gloucester Harbor. And Barbara Billingsley began uttering phrases such as, "Oh Ward, what are we going to do about the Beaver?". Above, from left to right (at the end of our grueling ride): GB, Nippy, FTH. Photography by Barbara Billingsley.

And dear sweet RM was traveling on business, but showed he was with us in spirit by capturing a pic of this hottie at the Philadelphia airport!