An endeavor that is so heavily dependent on eating and replenishment necessarily countenances scatological matters, as David Foster Wallace would elliptically put it. And for bluntly addressing those here, I apologize and don't apologize.
D-ing out
Deucing out, dumping out, etc. A new one I learned: I've got a big brown dog barking at my back door.
Knifey-forky
Each day, as we planned which places we would be eating lunch, we'd hunt on our route map for the upcoming restaurants, marked by a knife and fork symbol. At some point, we started calling a restaurant a knifey-forky for our own amusement. This was the catalyst for attempting to coin all the other word-y word-y terms.
Bitey-munchy
Eating.
Sunsy-screensy
Grunty-squeezy
Dumping out
The brick just got bigger
A play on Mr. Trump's insistence on walls. The first half of our ACA route map featured high-resolution GPS data delineating the elevation of the route, so we anticipated with high accuracy the difficulty of each day's riding, at least with regards to climbing. The second half of the maps were published in 2012 without the detailed elevation, but instead with far more impressionistic elevation profiles, perhaps drawn by someone from memory after riding the route. We frequently ran into harder climbing or unmarked hills. As these incidents wore on, I swore that I would put my GPS device's ride recording onto a USB key and tape it to a brick, and then throw that brick through the ACA's headquarters' windows in Missoula. On every subsequent bad profile incident, I'd curse, "the brick just got bigger."
Two-a-days
You're eating so much that you have to dump out a lot.
Raging
Raging
Returning from the last tour, this is whenever you have steady downhill stretches where you don't need to pedal or even need to brake, or plain riding fast.
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