Last weekend I raced Snelling RR and finished reading that new cycling book, It’s Not about the Drugs and find myself motivated to put together a training schedule and actually commence the “Super-Fat†Diet tomorrow.
Snelling is a pretty good race for me. Lots of side winds, rolling, and very bumpy-pothole ridden roads. I can see why I was second in this race last year. Despite having a 10th the riding in my legs this year I fancied I still might do well. I even put on my new Carbon Spinergy’s for the occasion. Trek is sponsored by Bontrager, but last fall I gave my room mate a mixer for rent, and the good old X-Lite’s where what paid for the mixer! But the Spinergy’s and I did well. We where the second last person, to see team-mates Mitchell and Wholberg disappear…
It was fate that I was even able to get to the race. My ride, B. Innes was leaving with out me, as at the designated time of our departure, I was driving around the wrong town looking for his house. As it happened he drove past, recognized my car, flipped a U, followed me, and honked until I pulled over. So we got to the race with around 35 min to spare – perfect timing – actually 5 extra minutes so that I could have pinned my number on the same side as everyone else would have been great!. Raced. Got burrito’s in a silver bus and made it back with out ever getting lost. Amazing, Thanks B!
Lance’s book was pretty good. I have been putting off reading it for a while, because I’m not really a Lance fan. He admits to being a dick in the book, which I though was cool, and overall I found it pretty motivating to read. Word on the Street is also that Lance is genuinely terrified of the day the Ulrich gets his act together and drops him like a sack of slack. There are lots of nice people in the world, but they haven’t won 5 tours. Overall good book, easy to read.
Q: What happens to Avocado’s when you freeze them? This isn’t a trivia question, as I’ll know the answer myself when I get around to thawing mine out…
Note: “Sock Guy†socks elastics fail years before “DeFeet†socks. Some of my DeFeet buddies are coming up on 4 years! Your sagging before 8 months, (3 if you put them in the dryer) Sock Guy, get your act together.
I hit a car the other day during a thwarted parallel parking attempt. I was aboot to smoothly complete the perfect parallel park when… with a honk and flash of lights my car stopped on Lombard St. The car behind me, which was right on my ass, now had some scratches on it’s front bumper. The lady, Michelle, was pretty cool, Asian, and cute (…technically she was in the wrong). We wrote our e-mail addresses (I have no mailing address or phone) on a piece of paper, she ripped it in half and gave me her address. A few days later, checked her address, to find that she’d given me mine back!
If you’re Michelle*, appear Asian, drive a black Acura, and I hit you with my Subaru, e-mail me, so that I can get you that cycling jersey I promised…
Then Today, WALKING across the street, at a cross walk, with the walking man on my side a car drove into me!! I smacked it and made the guy stop. No Shit. I got hit by a car while walking!!! He’s lucky that I was so groggy from my nap that I wasn’t able to properly vent upon him for vehicularly assaulting a pedestrian! Guy watch-out when I’ve had my coffee!
Swash Buckling…
If you where to give me a swash buckle, what would I have?
If someone had a habit of swash buckling they would own a big pair of suede boots that came up to their knees. (see an illustrated copy of puss in boots.) They the boots would have big brass buckles on the sides and go “swash… swash… swash†when you walked.
After I’ve swash-buckled you, how will you feel?
Marco, you swashbuckler, have fun riding with Garett.
OK I updated the Super-Fat Diet Section so those of you who want your dieting plans and goals on line to add to your accountability check out my reference section. The Dr’s note and $20 buy in are not optional, and if you’re like Flushmaster T anonymity is available!
PS Flushmaster T also goes by the name of Kurt Hackler!
If you are Michelle, disagree with something I’ve written or wish to sign up for the “Super-Fat†diet: faatnaat at hotmail
*Michelle is real, but mom if you’re reading, the accident described above FICTION!
Everything was steaming along fine in our deck renovations. Once Kev and I had finished 3 weeks of procrastination and started work. We also fabricated and painted cupboard doors to complement last winters back-splash.
OK, back to my de-plane-ing, almost a week ago now.
So the 24th arrived, I’d started packing at my usual 1am, and manged to have it all wrapped up around 3.
