I’d like to take this moment to personally thank all my friends for putting drink upon beer upon smoke upon whiskey in front of me at Cruiser Nation. As HB Smmich put it: it was indeed a swift kick to the nuts. I left a disgrace, puking like a fire hose as I casually walked over and picked up my bike to stumble away in shame. In plain daylight. In front of everybody. Nobody laughed, or at least, I couldn’t hear anything but my own disapproval.
Being such a shame, I was a success in that way.
It’s always good to see the Old Growth Hoosiers complicit, conspiring. Those kids are a couple of hooligans out there on the bikes. Always Scheming.
Never mistake The Reichel for cute & cuddly. He brings on pain.
Serge.
There were more people at the race this year than I can remember in the past. I guess that’s standard flow. Still, it seemed I knew most of them, both from the valley and from the hill. All good peeps for sure.
The start was Chaos per usual; Speed walking, rocks thrown, it was all about the holeshot. Vowing never to do this race again, spectating took on an equivalent toll with the amount of consumption. Fortunately, I escaped toward the end, when the majority had already bailed and while my Central Nervous System was still operating. Thank God.
I slept for the rest of the day, from about 4pm on until Sunday. It being Monday, I’m still not quite recovered yet. I don’t think anyone is yet. Had Jefferson known this is what people would make of his holiday, perhaps he would have defected.
Sunday being a day of rest, I made it over to Mile Wide Sports front man Gitty’s house that afternoon to watch stage 1. I guess the word of the first few days will be Cavendish eh? Dude is carrying large wood fo sheezy. While I thought for a second he was out too long and going to get pimped, they went to the top-down camera angle and dude was gapping everyone all the way to the line. Holy-Cheet man.
Then there was Lance whose name seems to be the krutch that Versus is using to justify televising the race… which I’m ok with. But, I don’t think he will win. However, what does Padraig think?
On Astana…
“Bruyneel is on his way out of this team. Getting fired by the government of Kazakhstan in order to make Vinokourov the centerpiece of its foreign policy will only hasten the inevitable. Contador is on his way out as well. The defections that will take place as riders follow Bruyneel, Armstrong and Leipheimer to what will probably be Team Livestrong/Nike will decimate the team. Contador will need to leave to go to a team with a capable director and strong support riders.”
Full Knowledge now playing at Red Kite Prayer. Ah Astana… Implosion on the horizon. Yea. everything in due time. Imagine the third coming of L.A. via LiveStrong next year. Big things. Nevermind Vino’s antics. Getting back to Cavendish, it certainly takes a particular personality to be a sprinter…
Oh man. A good tour already and we’re only on day three. Highroad just split the peleton chasing down the break with 30k to go. Before I head out to hit the Monday, a few more images compliments of Gitty who professes what the riding around Brostaff has been like quite well:
David.
Kendrick.
Happy Monday.
July 6th, 2009 at 12:28 pm
Can’t wait to get back there. Moving back at the end of July. Found me one o’ dem Jobby Jobs…looking for a room in Flagtardville. Any takers?
July 6th, 2009 at 4:30 pm
ugh, why did I miss this!!! oh I remember now… I was placed on a Vodka train the night before… :( :( :(
July 11th, 2009 at 12:46 pm
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