 |
 |
Home | |
Archives | |
Forum | |
Contact | |
DC Store |
|
|
Today sucks. Full stop. Links below: [tour] velonews.com/tour2006/news/articles/10176.0.html Lots of email on the subject:
Yeah, looks like Hincapie's got this one sewn up. It's all over but the crying.
It looks like all the favorites just got 86'd. Last years top five looked like this: 1 Lance Armstrong This year? Forget about it. Armstrong retired. Basso is out. Ullrich is out. Mancebo just retired. Today. And I can't believe they'll let Vino start. Ah, it's confirmed: Vino is out. Jesus. What a mess. I'm surprised entire teams aren't just pulling out like the Spanish squads did back in 1998 instead of sacrificing their top riders to stay in the race. What does T-Mobil have to gain by even competing in the event at this point? They cannot replace the riders they've lost. They're going to be a few cans short of a full six pack in the biggest big race in the world. Yeah, they'll be competitive. Other than some kind of clause in the sponsorship agreement where the team will have to give back money if they aren't included in the Tour, I can't imagine the point of being there without your top riders. I guess we're going to get a really wide open Tour with guys I've never heard of vying for the top spots. And I mean guys I've never heard of. Can you imagine what life it like over at the betting shops about now? Oh, that's gotta be fun. Hey, bookie, I put $500 on a guy that just got kicked out of the race. Where's my money? Imagine a phone call like that, every two minutes, all day long.
You got me on that one. Mr. Sixty Percent is really one to talk, isn't he? Maybe it'd be less insulting if he just declined comment. That guy couldn't carry a water bottle and then he's on Gewiss and he's a podium contender.
This Tour is over before it starts for Christ's sake. Who's left in this thing? A couple of D3 French teams and Hincapie? Jesus. I might start watching Nascar.
It was fun while it lasted, I suppose. I'm just glad I didn't float a c-note on Ullrich like I was planning to. Jesus. Or course, you might be due a refund if he never even starts the damn thing.
I think we all knew it was more than mineral water. Earlier today a friend of mine wrote "and of course the ultimate truth .. of course Lance doped .. you think he could drill Ulle into the ground on natural genetics and training alone??? Nobody thinks that now, who is rational .. the last blanket of Armstrong has been blown off ..." Shit. Some people are probably still wearing their "I believe Tyler" buttons.
I'm going to fucking hang myself. Ullrich is out of the Tour. And others with him.
Source: cyclingnews.com/news.php?id=news/2006/jun06/jun30news2
Source: eurosport.com More: [basso out] cyclingnews.com/news.php?id=news... I'm so fucking pissed off I can't even see straight.
Second day in the saddle PA style. The rain gauge read damn near three and a half inches after last nights blow out. The rain woke us all up as it blasted against the sides of the house through the night. Back yard was flooded, water over the bridge, etc, etc. It's a mess around here. So I went riding. After yesterday's rain soaked savagery, I figured today had to be better. Because I'm friggin stupid, that's why. Took the rain coat with again, thinking it'd keep the rain away as much as anything. I don't consider myself to be particularly superstitious. But, I've learned that when it doubt, bring it with. If it looks like it will keep raining, bring the rain coat. If you've got it in your pocket, the rain never feels bad enough to put it on. If you leave it at home, the first few rain drops feel like a fire hose. Same thing with arm warmers, knee warmers, food, you name it. If you have it, and you know it's only as far away as your jersey pocket, it's never quite bad enough to bother digging it out. Leave it at home and you'll think about badly you with you had that item with you incessantly. So, bring the raincoat with. I started out heading down to the river in much the same manner I did the day before. The flooding in the back yard was amateur hour compared to what I found down the way. Downed trees & power lines, debris all over the place, road closure signs at intersections, frustrated drivers, emergency crews repairing damaged utility lines, you name it. It was out there. Animal count: Two deer munching on whatever it is deer eat. Just about anything green I suppose. I saw what appeared to be two turkeys a bit off in a field. What the hell do I know? The last turkey I've seen was in a sandwich. Later I saw what was definitely a turkey (it was closer). I wanted to make a sandwich outta the bastard. Today's links: [vino screwed] velonews.com I sought out and found a couple of nice climbs on the PA side of things today. I had to as the bridge over to New Jersey is closed. Yes. Closed. The river is up, oh, fifteen feet or some shit. It's insane down there. I went along River Road yesterday, checked out the canal and tow path that is still damaged from the last big flood and thought to myself, damn, that sure was a lot of water to get way up here by the road. Ahem. The water is now way up here by the road and it looks like it's going even higher by tomorrow. I couldn't' ride anything which parallels the river as it's flooded out. I did repeats (five each) on Greenhill and Armitage roads, and it's a mess down at the bottom of each one. I'll leave you with this: "The Jan is being a simple man. The Jan takes in schnitzel and beer, and outputs death and pain. It is being that simple." Source: myspace.com/kaiserjan.
It's all about Pennsylvania style this week folks. I've been here since late Saturday night, and it's been raining like all hell the whole time. Just raining like there's no tomorrow. There was something like three inches over Saturday and Sunday. Whatever it was, it was a bit much. Took it easy on Sunday, had dinner with old family friends and put down, oh, a few bottles of wine. Good times were had by all. Come Monday, I got on the bike even with the rain. I figure I'm on vacation, I can at least ride a little while I'm here. Pointed the bike down to the river and over to New Jersey as they have much better roads over there. Like Eric at Cycle Sports told me when I stopped in for a bottle of chain lube, "Better roads in Jersey? Yeah, they have taxes over there." The two things go hand in hand, go figure. Linky dumpy: [rude] rudepundit.blogspot.com/2006...cutting-and-running-history-lesson So I head over to New Jersey. I figure I'm screwed on the rain angle no matter what I do. It's a mist, then it's a downpour, then it's a mist again. Puddles everywhere, swollen creeks jumping their banks and flooding the street, you name it. I brought the lightweight jacket with me, so no matter what gets thrown at me out there, I'll make it back alive. Wet? Sure. Cold? Maybe. But alive. I mean, why not check out a few climbs? Leadville is just around the corner, and everyone knows how great I am at climbing. For those of you that don't know, I'm a real top dog on the climbs. You can always find me at the front, turning the screws. Ahem. That was bullshit. I suck. Hard. I find a nice steady little brute named, aptly enough, Rolling Falls Road. I head up. Nice climb with several water falls to check out. Some nice scenery to alleviate the suffering. I top it out. End up near some fields and houses, don't know where I'm going, and opt out to head back down towards the river. At about the second corner on my way down I see another cyclist heading up, I say hey and all that. A second guy appears and I hit the brakes, and turn to catch 'em. I ask where the road goes, as I've never been on it in my life. They ask me if I'd like to join them for a twenty five mile loop they've just started. I accept the invitation. I grew up not far from here, but I don't know a lot of the roads on the PA side of the river all that well after being away for the last 16 years. And I certainly don't know my ass from my elbow over in Jersey. They take me all over the place. Up hills, down hills. Out into the wind, back into the trees. Through small towns, by elementary schools and graveyards, all of which I've never seen. I pretty much had no idea where I am within minutes. If you've ever been back east, you know how the roads follow the ridge lines, valley's and farm fields with no consideration what so ever as to where a compass points. A road that runs "north" may actually head dead west for quite some time. As in miles. Sure, it generally heads north, but it doesn't' necessary head north all of the time. Out west, it's different. Especially down in Places like Phoenix. A road there may run North, and I mean straight on north, for miles and miles. And when something eventually gets in the way of that road, like say, a mountain, the road just ends. And the road picks up again on the other side like noting ever happened. After an hour and a half with the boys, the head back and I turn off to get in a few more miles. I went up to Frenchtown, back across to Pennsylvania and took in a run up Ulherstown. I try to hit that bastard every time I come back this way. It's a real brute, just a bastard of a climb. I kinda have to give it a run each year. I just have to. One of the guys I rode with earlier (the one that knew every road and every climb in the area like the back of his hand) told me Ulherstown is 22% at it's steepest and in excess of 20% for almost all of it's length. He said it's a legit 22% for a long stretch too. And I believe him. My lowest gear at the moment is a 39 x 23. I wish it was a 25 or even 27 on that bastard. It's one of those climbs where you can't really sit 'cause the front end won't stay put, and you can't stand because the rear tire will slip. At least if did for me in the rain earlier. I made it up, thought. Even if I did look like a monkey fucking a football. It took me just about four minutes. I say "just about" because I got a good look at my timer at the bottom, but I had a hard time reading it at the top. It's got a bit of a false flat to it where you're still in your lowest gear, you're way out of breath, you're heart rate is way up and you're totally cross-eyed. So, I'm not sure exactly how long it was at the "top". But I think it was 'round about four minutes effort. What a brute. I'll look for some more reasonable climbs tomorrow. Today's wildlife count was three live deer, two dead ones and a fox. It's like friggin Wild Safari around here.
So why isn't Bush (or any other Republican) screaming for a "straight up or down vote" this week on whether or not to raise the federal minimum wage? Instead of a vote, which looked like it could pass, it got squashed in what the New York Times described at "procedural barriers" put up by "Republican leaders". Are we to assume this call for a "straight up or down vote" only applies to legislation (and judges) favored by Bush? And how about the Times front page story on our benevolent administrations secret program to sift through our financial records? It was, with little surprise to this idiot pundit, described both as a "vital tool" and "a unique and powerful window into the operations of terrorist networks and is, without doubt, a legal and proper use of our authorities." From the Time article: "The program, however, is a significant departure from the typical practice on how the government acquires Americans' financial records. Treasure officials did not seek individual court-approved warrants or subpoenas to examine specific transactions, instead relying on broad administrative subpoenas for millions of records…" All because getting a warrant is such a huge pain in the ass. And, thanks to curmudgeons like Scalia, the cops don't even have to knock and/or announce themselves when knocking down your door in the middle of the night. This is going to protect police officers safety? You got me on that one. Since there are plenty of examples of warrants being exercised on the wrong property, consider the following scenario: Four guys dressed in black fatigues kick in a door armed to the teeth with automatic weapons and some poor homeowner has, what, eight seconds to decide whether this is a home invasion or the police. Decide whether he's going to start shooting to defend his home and family, or let these guys throw him on the carpet face first and fasten his wrists together behind his back with zip ties? How many guys thing he's going for that pistol in his sock drawer or the shotgun in the closet? Because some poor bastard lives in the same complex as some drug dealing son of a bitch, he's either going to a) shoot a cop, or b) get shot himself, or c) all of the above. It's all about safety. And Freedom. They hate us because of our Freedom. Today's links: [fun] hegre-art.com/ecards/fotball
More on this over at velonews. Armstrong fires back: velonews.com/news/fea/10091.0.html. Yep. I like to joke that I'm knee deep in the bike game. But I'm not. I'm just some shitbag with a website in Flagstaff, Arizona. But I do get out now and again. And I like to drink beer and bullshit with people. And people tell me things. Sometimes I hear things. I know guys that have raced as amateurs in Spain and all their teammates were doped. I know guys that have raced in Belgium as amateurs and took dope. I know guys that race here in the States on pro teams and some of their team mates take EPO. I know guys that have raced here in the States and took steroids and whatever else. I won't mention any names, as it is their story to tell if they wish to. I'm just a shitbag in Flagstaff with a website. But believe me, doping is everywhere. When someone posts in the Velonews forum and says, so-and-so would never take drugs when they've never even met so-and-so… Well, take that as you will. I have no reason to believe anyone is clean. Whatever. I'm going on vacations. Starting immediately. Updates to follow sporadically.
I got in a fair bit of riding this week. Enough that I can look that forest closure in the eye and say, God damn you bastard. Or something like that. I'll somehow manage to survive, I'm sure. Smart money says the Saturday group ride is about to get rather, ahem, large around these parts. Starting this week I'd expect it to double in size. So its now all about the road bike up in there. That, and road trips to places that had more snowfall last winter. Like, for example, anywhere but here. Tonight's links: [burn out] youtube.com/watch?v=6GNB7xT3rNE
Yeah, having you record me being a fucking pussy just warms my heart. It was still a good day out on the bike.
Kinda wish I had made it back for that one. As it stands I'll be out east this coming weekend. Oh, the Yuengling I will drink… I'll leave it off with this one:
Happy Solstice, everyone. I hope you enjoyed the longest day of the year. Or, most daylight. In the northern hemisphere. Or whatever. I just hope you had a good god damn day, alright? Jeez. Some people. Gitty is having a solstice party tonight up the street. I suppose its time to get Shitty with Gitty. We went out front to start walking up the hill to Gitty's and we saw three or four bikes go by, one carrying a bike in his bob trailer and one running along behind. I don't know what happened, but I know they're going to Gitty's. So this is the first day of summer? And shit's already on fire? Great. This one is going to be a friggin mess. Today's links: [babe] kerrylitka.com/diaryjune21.html I wrote Dirty Kate and told her that Pun tried to kill me with booze last week. She wrote back and said, "He attempted to kill me too. But I used my womanly charms on him and he relented. These boobs and a little sugar go a long way." Funny she should say that. These balls and a little salt didn't get me anywhere....
The Coconino National Forest will be closed this Friday at 8:00 am. And that's a total closure, folks. Every thing. The trails, the road, you name it. They even close Lake Mary off to fishing. That's how bad the fire danger has become. We've had two pretty big fires in the last week. One about a mile and a half from my house. Smoke? Oh yeah, tons of it. Oh, and I called the hotline to find out they will also be closing Snow Bowl road. The pavement. No access. Closed. Finito. Kaput. No more climbs up Elden. No more 'round the Peaks jaunts. No more Waterline Road. No anything. And for those of us staring Leadville square in the face, this is not a good sign. Kinda hard to prepare for a big event with no mountain biking and limited road access as well. Today's links: [kim's beer intervals] cyclingnews.com/fitness/?id=2006/letters06-19 I didn't get a ride in today, but these things happen sometimes. Best to just forget them an move on. Yeah, whatever. So, I hear freshly ready for action Karl Rove said (among other things) that if Pennsylvania Democrat John Murtha had his way and US Troops were pulled out of Iraq, Abu Musab al-Zarqawi would not have been killed. If US Troops weren't there, Terrorist Enemy No. 1 would be still open for business. Ok, so what you're saying is that the well trained and equipped Iraqi troops aren't worth a shit when it comes down to it. No way they would have pulled this one off on their own. After three years. They can't do it alone. Without a strong US presence, those poor bastards are just helpless. The Iraqi Government cannot capture its own criminals. The Iraqis cannot maintain the security of their own country. That is what he's saying, isn't it? Basically they can't survive without us. But the war effort is going well, Iraqi's have democracy and everything is on track. Kinda doesn't make sense to me.
God damn Heat. I can't believe it. The Mavs were up the whole damn game. At least all of it I remember. Up by six, up by four, up by eight. Then it's tied, overtime and over. Jesus. What happened? Ah whatever. After the Suns got knocked out of the box, I kinda stopped caring. Or, at least caring as much. Started on a ride with a couple of tankheads from Tucson and Phoenix on Saturday morning. I turned right when they turned left. They went to the Grand Canyon, I went around the Peaks. We all had fun. Read their story here: upsideout.blogspot.com. My ride was about five and a half hours. I was pretty much alone with my thoughts, which can simultaneously be a good thing and a bad thing. Shit's funny like that sometimes. Saw eight deer in two groups and then four antelope run across my bow. All were from right to left for some reason. Pretty good ride even though I had a few "moments" on the climb up to the inner basin. Moments like, ow, it's hot and I'm fatter than Jan Ullrich in December. Yeah. it's like that. Sunday I went out and rode around Lake Mary by myself. Whatever it takes to get this big frame road worthy. Today's links: [hard] dropkickmurphys.com Not much riding today, just a few hours easy. Made all the difference in the world to these tired legs. Imagine that, me, with tired legs. Something must be going my way 'round here. And it's about time.
Happy Father's Day to all the dads out there. I'll tip my Gin & Tonic to the north, south, east and west as I bbq in the back yard. Cheers. I'm riding the other day, and it occurs to be this whole "get off the road", "bikes are dangerous on the roadway" and "bikes cause accidents" stuff is all a bit misguided. Irregardless of who causes and accident between a car and a cyclist, the cyclist always gets the worst of it. It would seem to follow that the cyclist would therefore behave in a manner that lessened the potential of becoming a hood ornament. And, it also follows that since hitting a cyclist carries little potential for injury to the automobile driver, and little chance of serious legal repercussions, the average driver just plain doesn't give a shit. Think of it like an animal that wanders out onto the highway. What happens? The poor little bastard gets greased and the car keeps right on rolling down the highway. Sad but true, ain't it? Threaten a person with a lifelong ban on obtaining a drivers license and you'll see cyclists treated with the respect due a king. Threaten a driver with, well, essentially nothing, and you'll see cyclists treated like so many res dogs, wayward opossums and clueless squirrels. We're inconsequential bumps in the road. And I figured this out while riding by myself on Lake Mary Road, well into the bike lane. And almost dying anyway. So I get this phone call from Big M. She's down in Yuma, or Quartzite, or some other God forsaken place in the southwestern tip of this southwestern state. She's with both BGR and Jackass. She starts telling me something about glory holes… I'm all like, whoa girl, whatever works for you and shit. None of my business, thanks for the call. Turns out she's phoned me up to ask what a exactly a "glory hole" is. Not like you're thinking (and I was at the time). The question was define it in mining terms. Maybe she's actually innocent after all? Nah. I don't think so. Ullrich is a card carrying badass. Big win in the Tour de Suisse. Think he's on form? Yeah, I'd say so. I look forward to this years Tour de France like I haven't in years. No slight to Armstrong's incredible achievement of seven consecutive victories, but it did get a bit boring towards the end of it. Lets see some fireworks already. I don't want to know who's going to win, barring accident or injury, after the first time trail or mountain top finish. I want lead changes. People rocking up the GC after epic days away. And men plummeting the other direction after they crack in the high mountains and finish 15 minutes down. Yes, this promises to be very, very good. Today's links: [meth] tucsonweekly.com/gbase/currents/Content?oid=oid:71757 I've been watching most of the Heat - Mavs game tonight, toggling between that and the Brazil - Australia soccer match. Quite a night for sports. I wonder if I'll make the end of either game. I'm Mavs and Brazil on this one. Good thing I didn't bet 'cause the Heat are frighteningly good. And I just hate that about them.
Thank God it's Friday. That's all I've got to say about that. I somehow managed a ride today, just slightly over two hours. Not bad for a workday, not bad at all. And I'll tell ya straight, I felt pretty good for both of those hours. Now, anything past that is going to be trouble... We'll see what tomorrow brings. Many hours in the saddle is my choice. Links. Ton's of 'em: [justice] centredaily.com Shit, what else do I got? How 'bout a letter from Big Pun? That fucker...
There's a lot of love in this room tonight... This is a public service announcement. With guitars.
I'll add this link to the mix for a good perspective on the whole net neutrality issue: tnr.com/doc.mhtml?....
Happy days are here again... I'm bad, I'm nationwide. No ride today, just lots of time spent with my head up my ass trying to sort out the mail and the rest of it. Mostly sorted. Not really but kinda. Thunderbird is behaving oddly, really sluggish with a tendency to hang on the most mundane tasks. Like, for example, marking a email message "read". That one is apparently now a killer. Fucking thing just stands there. Killing my grass. Today's links: [thunderbird tips] nate.koechley.com/...mozilla-thunderbird-maintenance And now some emails:
If you can help a brother out, do so. Next!
If you've not had Snappin' Turtle Soup, let me assure you it is a fine dish. Just don't ask me to dispatch the bastard. I don't know what I'd do with a son of a bitch like that. Maybe shoot it.
I don't know about ya'll, but I'd be spending my money down at fatcat for that reason alone. What more do you need? That is your shop.
Word. I love that bitch.
What can I say. Pun knocked me in the dirt. That fucker. Kate, well, she's right in there. She doesn't scare me nearly as much as Pun does. That fucker is off the chart. When you're talking about me, the words "glory" and "leadville" don't really go together. More like "Leadville" and "suck". So I get this phone call a few minutes ago. It's Snake and he's coming into town. He's coming in from Russellville, Arkansas. Today. Like he woke up there this morning and pointed that shit west. That's 1,125 miles in a dead straight shot on I-40. Talk about boring as fuck, that one, it'd just kill most men. Snakes new name is Iron Man. Time to go knock back a few drinks with the road dog before he heads out on the town with none other than out own Dirty Kate. I'm utterly without words as I type this, Knob Creek on the rocks at my side. The man just drove, what, 12 hours? 14? And he's showering in my hall bath. He's heading out for a night of drinking. Me? I'm staying right here where it's warm and safe. I suck.
Turns out our Dear Kate has a sister in town. Well, the truth is I already knew that part. So, the sister is getting married. And that has brought out dear Dirty Kate to Flagstaff. If only for a few days. The gauntlet was tossed. And I accepted the challenge. Dirty Kate is visiting my town. My town. I simply had to put forth my best effort. As she talks a big game and all, Pun and I figured we'd take her out on the bikes for a bar tour. A chance to enjoy some of our finer drinking establishments. And the not so fine as well. Big Pun, DK and myself took it to the streets. The ground rules were simple: One drink in each bar. Alternating rounds between participants, buyer's choice. Beer, shots, mixed drinks. You name it. We take all comers. Today, I'm battered and bruised, but unbowed. By my count there were nine bars and I've have to guess 12 to 15 drinks as the "one drink per bar" rule went to shit early. I gave it my all, dear reader, everything I had. And I was bested. Sorta like when Snake puts two hours into me at Leadville every year. Sometimes you just have to give credit where credit is due. Big Pun and Dirty Kate just plain drank me under the table. I was hanging tough till Pun put the nails in the coffin with rounds of shots at the last bar. I was nursing a gin and tonic when Pun called for a round of Jager. It was ugly. In the true style of the modem drunkard, Pun saw an opening, and he took it. I tapped out right then and there. I declined the round, the bartender put out just two shots, and I picked my helmet and walked outside into the night. I have been bested in every conceivable category. At least I went down swinging. Tonight's links: [vids] leftlanenews.com/2006/06/05/2937 And that's it for tonight. Tomorrow I'll try to figure out just what in the hell is wrong with Thunderbird and get to some emails.
Mondays come and Mondays go, but they always suck a mile of moose cock. Juat a downright evil son of a bitch. Back to work. Down at the Salt Mine. Here's your shovel you stupid fuck. Get in there and break big rocks into little tiny ones. It's what The Man likes. We must make The Man happy, must'nt we? Oh, do give us a little kiss… We'll be getting this update online as soon as Mr. Laptop is sorted out. Again. Wiped the drive and reloaded the operating system. Again. Staring fresh. Again. Always fun writing this shit with no way to actually post it. Feels like I showed up for a gun fight with a spatula. I love computers, don't you? They're just great. Lovely inventions. Just lovely. The fucking little bastards. Tonight's links: [yeah] deseretnews.com/dn/view/0,1249,640186318,00.html And wouldn't you just know it, this "re-load the software on the computer" project is getting buggy. Of course it is. Why would it go any other way. I've done this enough times you'd think I'd have it nailed nine ways till Tuesday. I guess I can say I'm pretty good at backing shit up these days. All my mail, website stuff and other necessary items are all safe and sound. But Thunderbird is being a pain in my ass tonight. Ah whatever. Maybe this will all just work itself out if I throw my hands up and walk away? Yeah right.
It's late, and this is not getting finished any time soon. Good night.
So, tonight we're working on backing up every damn thing on this computer. And by "we" I mean "me". It's all pretty easy till you get to stupid things like Outlook Express. Mozilla Thunderbird is a walk in the park. Outlook is not. Outlook is retarded. Go figure. Anyway, import everything to a fresh install of Thunderbird (after you back up all the shit from your second "work" email client) and then you can easily sort it out. Mircrosoft could learn something from these people. Don't make my life difficult, you smug bastards. I make it hard enough on myself. Hopefully this all goes well and this machine will be wired tight tomorrow. Or, then again, maybe not. Maybe I'll just saw it in half and go live in the woods instead. I got a nice ride in today. Spend 5 and a half hours out there pedaling. I'm feeling a bit beat up at the moment, as one would expect. I'll see what I can do tomorrow. Hopefully give 'em what for. Links: [blog] howtoavoidthebummerlife.com/weblog And a few emails:
I think I'm in love. Another great one from a reader of the female persuasion. My favorite kind.
Happy Friday everyone. I can't wait to ride my fucking bike. Between leaving town for Memorial Day, getting sick, and working, I haven't put near the hours in I need to these past few weeks. I am in big, big trouble for Leadville. Just I was last time. And the time before. You'd think I'd fucking learn one of these years... I didn't watch the game last night, but I wish I had. The Mavs came out on top of the Heat in a low scoring grudge match. And hey, anytime the Heat lose, I win. So, fuck all, our dear Dirty Kate informed me she could drink me under the table without so much as batting an eye. I replied simply, "Last one standing? Madam, I happen to be a professional." Then I get this:
Oh, it's on. Today's link assortment: [the fox] bikehusla.blogspot.com Go to the velonews mailbag section and scroll down to the last one. Well said, Miguel Crow, well said indeed. The Dauphiné is still poppin' like all hell. Good times. And I'm out. Subway, eat fresh!
Goddamn I hate Ann Coulter. You to can watch her antics over at youtube.com. The problem with Coulter's assertion that the "left" utilizes someone who "lost a family member" or other such trauma to promote an anti-war, anti-bush or just anti-coulter position is that it's awfully hypocritical to paint this as an inappropriate use of grief one see's only on the left side of the political spectrum. She calls it the "lefts doctrine of infallibility". I call it "bullshit". How many times has Bush invoked the name of 9/11? How 'bout Giuliani? How many times has that peacock invoked the memory of 9/11? How many photographs and video images of NY Firefighters did we have to endure in the last Presidential election? Seen any service members at a political rally lately? How about the family of a dead soldier? Yeah, neither party wants to stand next to those folks and bask in the applause. And as to the lack of discussion angle she attempts to bring up, I say this: the Support the Troops line allowed any discussion? For a long time, any descention for the Bush world view was smeared as anti-American or supporting the terrorists. Coulter herself wrote a book labeling Liberal's as traitors. That was all about "discussion", right Ann?Yeah. Then she links Cindy Sheehan and Joe Wilson at the 2:00 mark. Joe Wilson? Maybe she miss spoke on that one, eh? Why am I giving this woman this much text? I don't know. I'll try not to in the future. She ain't worth a hill of beans as far as I'm concerned. Links: [al-zarqawi synopsis] theatlantic.com/doc/200607/zarqawi And since we're clear I'm a god hating, commie son of a bitch, will people stop dancing in the streets over Zarqawi's death already? This is like when they tag a Columbian drug lord. Sure, the bastards dead, but some other fuck will just take his place as long as their is a market for cocaine up north. Same deal. There are plenty of other bastards over there who want to be the number one man in Iraq. To that end, I heard some of the intelligence regarding Zarqawi's whereabouts came from informants within the insurgent ranks. Yeah. Kinda sounds like someone gave the guy up, doesn't it. Maybe we're witnessing a power play and we don't even know it. It's scary when you think about it.
And, dude, seriously, gay marriage is a threat to society? Exactly how? It must be an election year if Bush trots out that tired old dog. Jesus. No chance in passing, complete waste of time, wedge issue, invigorate the base. What more can I say? Bush says activist Judges are redefining marriage, and therefore forced his hand... Bullshit. Straight up bullshit. And the way they try and compare it to polygamy. Bill Bennett did just that on the Daily Show the other night. Tie it in to polygamy. If we allow gay marriage, what do we say to the polygamists? How 'bout you say nothing to the polygamists? Amend the Constitution. It makes my head spin, I tell ya. Spin. Today's links: [o'grady] velonews.com/news/fea/9949.0.html I missed the Prom Party this year. That's my new M.O.; I miss things. Check out the pics here.
More at Velonews. Yeah, I think everyone is sitting back, not going to deep, and waiting for July. This is the most wide open Tour we've seen in years. I think this one will be straight up fireworks. I've got a cycling card or two somewhere. A Shaklee card with none other than Flagstaff's own Lovedog. With a mouth full of powerbar, or whatever equivalent Shaklee was making at the time. He's not so fond of the "squirrel cheeks" photo, surprise, surprise. Which makes me like it even more. Oh, and it says his favorite pre-race meal is Mexican food with Picante salsa. Why do I remember that after ten years? I have no idea. Maybe beer hasn't killed off my entire brain yet? Wife comes in from her after work ride and sets her bike against the wall. Walks in the house, and then pops right back out again. She asks me "How come when it's your turn to watch the baby, you're out in the garage and she's in there in her swing with a dish towel as a blanket? "Well. She fell asleep." I think I got away with it this time.
Happy Number of the Beast Day. Carpe diem, baby. And, oh, would you look at this over at Velonews: " More revelations were coming out of the Spanish media. The Catalan daily, El Periódico, reported that Saiz was allegedly found carrying the WADA-banned substance called Synacthen, which artificially promotes muscle growth. The Spanish magazine Intervíu, citing police sources, published a list of products allegedly found by Spain's Guardia Civil in Fuentes offices. Among the alleged booty were human growth hormones, testosterone and Actovigen, a blood-boosting product with similar effects as EPO." Actovigen. Where have I heard that name before? Oh yeah, that's the same stuff Postal was fucking around with back in 2000. That was the stuff a French television crew filmed someone associated with US Postal dumping in a highway trash can. Every statement out of US Postal on the subject read like it was heavily vetted by their in-house attorneys. Acto-what? Never heard of it. Oh, Actovigen. No, we don't use it. Oh, wait, we did have it with us. But we didn't use it. Nothing short of plausible deniability through and through. What was it Armstrong said about Actovigen? He said "…we're not even
talking about a banned substance…" Now Actovigen turns up in Saiz's drug stash. I'm sure Saiz kept it around for the treatment of any "severe skin abrasions due to crashes" and maybe to "aid" any "staff members" who have "diabetes." Just like US Postal. Link dump: [sweet] fatcogs.com
I'll keep it on the Philly tip for this second email.
There's a lot of love in here tonight. This coming Sunday, the 11th, there is one hell of a bike race coming in Philadelphia. I wish I could be there for it as one Jake the Snake Rubelt will be making his first appearance. I'd call that son of a bitch out every time he hits the wall. Just because I can. Man, it's going to be good.
Over being sick and all that, but damn did that ever take it out of me. I'm just beat up after that. Ugh. Someone put a bullet in me already. In regards to the first link below: I still wonder if Basso did say it just to fuck with him. Simoni is such a fucking maniac, I can see how tempting it would have been for Basso to push his buttons. Hey, you want the stage? Fuck you, pay me. [simoni fucked up]
velonews.com/race/int/articles/9966.0.html Suns got knocked out of the box this weekend. That leaves us with the Miami Heat and the Dallas Mavericks in the NBA finals. What do you think the odds were on those two teams at the beginning of the season? I'd bet they were long as all hell. The upside, if you can call it that, is the Suns look good for next season. Better than the Sixers, anyway. I will say this much, I think the Heat - Mavs series is going to be a good one. And I'm out!
So I'm watching basketball the other night, can't remember which game, and the post game had some guy in the back ground with a big poster that says "Push Barkley back in the water!" Yeah, I laughed at that one. Dude kept getting his poster on t.v., right behind Barkley's giant bald head. Tonight, Suns - Mavs game six. Suns need this one. Win or go home time. More like, win or stay home as the game is in Phoenix. Semantics. Whatever. Today's link dump: [hardcore] wildworks.co.nz Big fun at my house lately. My wife got sick Wednesday night, so sick we thought it may have been food poisoning. She was running a fever and spending a lot of time in the bathroom, if you know what I mean. It just killed her. So, she stayed home and in bed on Thursday. I, of course, got it from her and spend most of Friday in bed with a fever and spraying dirty dishwater our of my ass. Seems it's about a 24 hour bug. Then the baby picked it up as well and it ran it's course straight through her. So her "day of fun" was Saturday. Poor thing, she didn't really like that very much. And neither did we, as new parents and all. First time she spiked a fever and all that good stuff. Kinda scary watching the little thing suffer like that. We're all doing better now late Saturday night, but damn, what a blur the last 48 hours have been. I hope no one else I knows catches this one, it's a mean bastard.
June One. I'm going to die at Leadville… So what else is new, right? I say the same damn thing every year. Or, for the last three at least. You'd think I'd have learned something by now... Links: [it makes me dizzy] animatedboobs.com
I like today's emails: Quick, concise, direct.
Parenthood: The never ending party.
Well, it's better you didn't get your hands on 'em. Two ways it could go bad: 1) you really tune the guy up (and hey, he deserves it) and you get popped with an assault charge. or, 2) the fucker gets his AIDS/Hep B blood on ya and you get sick on account of some some scumbag.
|
|
