To ride the Bataan, you need big guns–buttocks like cannonballs, hamstrings as thick as bridge cables, cordwood for thighs and massive striated calves.
Knees have always been a cyclist’s nemesis, the weakest link in a dependable power train. Like a pitcher’s shoulder, or a runner’s hamstrings, when knees fail…game over.
Koa and Makaha’s father was a hero who bore many scars from the battles he fought in Waiʻanae and in Waipahu near Kahualena Street during the humid nights of August.
The huge fangs struck a final time, circled Koa’s feathered neck and slammed the warrior into the dirt.
The wisest men, and the strongest dogs make the best of unequal odds.