Lazy Sunday

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Chilling in Sedona doing a whole bunch of nothing. To do list includes hooking up a dryer and not getting drunk before noon.

I’m hoping to split the difference on those two in particular.

Shit, I may even go for the hat trick and drop off the recycling. I know, I know, a bridge to far and all that.

We all do what we can in this world, don’t we now.

Watched some Tour coverage this morning while I drank coffee. Damn near made me wish for the good old drugged out dayz when it whittled down to six or seven men all paying the likes of Ferrari. Better living through chemistry. Now its the whole bunch looking at each other.

And it’s damn near boring.

Good thing the Cobra was around to give it some stick. Never thought I’d see climbing like that after Pantani gave up the ghost.

Kinda makes me feel like river dancing.

Link dump:
[a history of hooch] nymag.com
[give that man a beer] bobkestrut.com
velonews.tv

And then you have this:

Apparently, Billy Demong from Team American R.A.D.D./AGEL crashed with 2k to go, bike and body completely thrashed, and Horner stopped and said, “Hey dude, get on.” and then rode them both up the hill to the finish.

I am the man. I am bad. I should be in detention.

Really.

More pics and a bit of background over at: everydayathleteblog.com

From: Lois
Subject: crash on the tracks From DC…
Here’s an email I just sent to Santa Fe Railroad…

Dear Santa Fe Railroad,

I am missing several days of work due to an accident I had crossing the tracks on my bicycle in Flagstaff AZ. I would like to make you aware that there is a bike eating slot in the tracks at San Francisco Street. I have no intention of suing you over my accident, but I am an experienced cyclist and feel that perhaps you should take measures to fix the problem. I cross these tracks often, and have never fallen in before, but I was avoiding a pedestrian, and looking at him rather than looking for a slot.

Thanks for your prompt consideration of this problem.

And there you have it, another lazy Sunday update. If you need me, I’ll be in the kitchen cooking up some bolognese. Don’t bother calling, ’cause I ain’t taking calls.

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