Most of our team had finished, or so we thought, a long day of riding in southern Wyoming.  To our surprise and demise, we realized we had a LONG uphill ride on washboard back to the cars.   Already feeling relentlessly violated by our saddles, the punishment continued, and continued, and continued….  Happy Jack?  Happy Jack my …! There wasn’t a happy Jack in the crowd.   After what felt like days on the washboard, the leader of the “peloton” nonchalantly said, “My pink sock hurts.”