I decided today somewhere around mile 23 that I am going to actually name my mountain bike. I chose El’ Chupacraba after the legendary and mythical moster that supposedly roams the Americas feasting on the tasty confections of goats and small humans. “Why El’ Chupacraba” you mutter under your breath? Because my mountain bike has the inate ability to hurt me without provication and in most cases draws blood. These are the things I come up with at 5am while riding.