Everyone keeps wondering why this seeming flawless cycling site changed so much for the worse. Can you smell the sarcasm already? Good. Me too.
Its like this – I’m not writing about riding my bike around with my dumbass friends because I’m not riding a bike very much these days. I rode a week ago on Monday for about an hour around Garden of the Gods in Colorado Springs. Before that, I think I rode my mountain bike a few times. It ain’t looking good on the mileage chart ’round here.
Shit man, I used to actually train. Like ride my bike a up the same hill repeatedly on purpose and not because I was lost. I used to plan out what I was going to ride before I left the house. In fact, when I had a coach, I knew what my rides were going to look like weeks in advance.
Now, I just know what tomorrow will look like: I’ll get up and change/dress/feed my daughter as my wife leaves for work. Then I’ll drop my daughter off at day care and go to work myself. After a few hours, I’ll pretty much reverse the process – pick up my daughter and play/entertain/cook dinner before my wife gets home.
Yeah, her earning potential is a fair bit greater than mine. And that’s cool. I only say it to explain the distribution of family related tasks in an average “big jonny day”. And it ain’t just the workload that keeps me off the bike, it just ain’t that comfortable most of the time. I hope it gets better, and I’ll be striving towards that goal. But that’s not where I am now.
I might ride one of my bikes for an hour on Saturday. By myself because it really sucks to be unable to keep up with any of your friends. And then maybe I’ll write something about it. But it ain’t what it used to be, is it?
At least I’m better off than Ulrich:
German prosecutors revealed that the 1997 Tour de France champion transferred 25,000 euros (about $35,000) to controversial Spanish doctor Eufemiano Fuentes for his services in 2004. They’re also following leads of a similar bank transfer in 2006.
At least I now know it takes 35k a year to get the good stuff. Since my entire yearly earnings will be below that dollar amount, I’ll just stick with the beer and naked women. It got me this far, right?
If it ain’t broke…
[They've got a point] talkingpointsmemo.com
[A terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day] news.yahoo.com
[30 pubs, six days] youtube.com
[And so it begins…] news.yahoo.com
[They've got a point] bloomberg.com
[End of the line] sports.espn.go.com
[Rose Bowl cyclists] latimes.com
And an email announcement from the Mayor of Drunkingham. Not to be confused with the Mayor of Flagstaff, who is a different cat entirely.
From: The Mayor of Drunkingham
Subject: 50 yards of hell, Vegas style.
This is the only information any of you pukes need.
That and the fact that youll need to pack your orange jump suits, and a fat wad of singles.
Lets make the Natwick race look like a damn sunday school meeting.
Photo credit to C. Patterson
Wednesday, September 26
Excel Sports Cross Vegas
7:00 pm – Pro Women
8:00 pm – Industry Cup
9:00 pm – Pro Men
Mandalay Bay Resort
Fuck all, now I gotta find something orange to wear…by