Pride On Three

Yesterday The Swede cycled ninety-five kilometers.  That's fifty-nine miles.  That's far.  It's, like, further than I even want to drive, frankly.  Why would he do such a thing, you may wonder?  Well, all of the most macho guys from work decided to compete in this year's Cykelvasa, a mountain bike race that covers the same track as the legendary Vasaloppet.  The Swede did not win, but he also did not train even one second.  The night before he left, I actually begged him not to do it.  He assured me that he'd quit if his bad knee started acting up.  And then he showed me what was what by finishing the darn thing.