Monday, November 09, 2020

RANDOM LINES FOR RICHARD CARAPAZ

Lata was Soni in 2018 Calcutta and Soni was Lata of 1951 Delhi who shared a feminist definition of a suitable boy, not Maan who was obsessed with an MILF nor Kabri who owns a BSA/Hercules bicycle. 

The doomsday virus spared the 75th Vuelta a Espana and was traced by Maj. Eden Sinclair from Scotland to Wahtye, high priest to King Neferirkare, keeper of the most guarded secrets of the Saqqara Tomb in Egypt including the ghosts of Dakar who haunted Ada in the Senegal side of the Atlantics and perhaps Cedric and Leni too who lost nine lives to "Pagpag" in the Philippines.

In Marseille, Capt. Richard Vronski was dying to tell his story of the Rogue City to Arminius and Thusnelda, barbarians and rulers of the Teutoburg Forest, patrons of aproned, masked and shielded men who fraternize and get drunk in Baloc every first Saturday of the month.

And finally, the 3-week old frozen pork ribs was transformed into Quezon's sinantomas as the Vuelta arrived in Aramon Formigal, the 2-week old frozen chicken was cooked into a tiim after Angliru, much like the retouched leftovers and light brandy from Tata Pito's birthday or Pare Charlie's samgyupsal-ed frozen beef strips and extra strong beer on Thursday night.

Omar was memorialized with Nora's barbecue and Smirnoff vodka while two bowls of sinigang na ulo ng salmon and light beer sobered me up from an earlier bout with pale pilsen and dinakdakan to therefore entertain Kuya Bob's birthday with eclectic bluetoothed music.


Primos Roglic narrowly won the 2020 Vuelta due to time bonuses and a weak Ineos Grenadier team, and perhaps with help from Movistar in the last three kilometers to  Alto de la Covatilla, but the Phantom Bikers will ride with Richard Carapaz as they did with him through the ricefields of Munoz, San Jose, Sto. Domingo and Lupao with a single feed stop at Thelma's Pancit Malabon during the last week of the Vuelta.    

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