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Giro 2006 in the books. Basso is a bad, bad man. He took on all comers and beat them like redheaded step children. Love that fucking race. I hope this years Tour is half as fun. Speaking of which:
So, where is it this year folks? What's the website with video coverage for all us race junkies? All it has to be is free. I missed Bensy's annual White Trash Party this weekend. Sure looks like it went off like a gunshot without me. Pics are the first link below.[white trash] bukwyld.myphotoalbum.com So, back from Boulder. Finally. Seems we had a little "problem" on with our flight. Yes, it had something to do with our daughter. And no, it wasn't her behavior. Flight up is cool, no worries. Flagstaff to Phoenix, then Phoenix to Denver. Easy cheesy. Coming back is what fucked us. Leave Denver on time and all that. Head down the jetway and gate-check the baby seat / stroller combo like we did before and get on the plane. The problems started arising when we got to Phoenix. Get off the plane, stand around on the jetway, no stroller, no baby seat. Ask the guy bringing other peoples strollers up from the plane, he says, oh, it must already be at the gate for your flight to Flagstaff. Ok. We go there. Talk to three different people for twenty minutes and finally the stroller shows up. No car seat. At this point, I'm just happy to have the fucking stroller. It's a two hour lay-over and we'd rather not waste prime drinking time trading off infant carrying duty. I'm assuming the car seat part of this contraption is down there somewhere waiting to get loaded on the plane. So I spend the next two hours getting loaded. Baby in stroller, eyes shut, take nap. Mommy and Daddy at bar, drinks full, take sip. Everyone wins. Back to the gate, and the flights been cancelled. Groovy. They're going to get us all up the hill and back to Flagstaff in a charter bus. Groovy. Stand around for a while and look at each other. Groovy. All of us unlucky bastards head down to the baggage claim to pick up all our stuff and meet our charter. Don't make a fuss, just get on the bus. Red bag, check. Blue bag, check. Got everything? Hey, wait a minute... Where's the baby seat? Things are decidedly not groovy. Without the rear facing infant seat, we're not going anywhere. No one knows where it is. No one has any idea. I call my sister, and thank god she's around. She lives in Cave Creek. She has an two kids and a rear facing child seat in her car. She comes to get us. The bus is leaving. And we are staying. Of all the things that could get lost, it had to be the seat. How can you leave the airport without it? My luggage, my dirty laundry, they can have it. For a week, forever. Whatever. With no kid seat, we're stuck. The airline has some "loaners", but they are all for much larger children. A few phone calls to some other airlines (I must admit - they really did try) and there isn't a rear facing seat in the building. So on Tuesday, instead of being at work making money, I buy another car seat at Babies "R" Us, which is sorta like Toys "R" Us evil stepsister store. I picked up a convertible model that can switch from rear-ward to forward facing as the child gets bigger. I would have bought one anyway, sooner or later. Ok, Later. As in a few months down the road. Whatever. I need something so I can get the kid to day care and back till the airline figures out how to tells it's ass from it's elbow and finds my damn car seat. The fine print says they have five (5) days to find it. And then we'll talk about compensation. Well, the clock is ticking, assholes. And you had better believe I'll be calling every number they gave me every day this week. Why? Because I can. That's it in a nutshell. More exciting good times to come.
Jesus, the bastards must have figured out something new. I'll be up on Boulder, Colorado, for the weekend. So there will not be any update action while I'm gone. I know, I know, the junkie needs his fix and all that. I'll try to pull something worthwhile out of my ass today. Just 'cause. The only plans I have in Boulder are a) visit Vecchios and b) bbq on Sunday with family. It's an exhaustive itinerary and I hope to succeed at 87.8% of my sales goals for the quarter. What? Nothing. Links: [mionske] bicyclelaw.com Regarding that last link, I offer up some requisite background information on censue from law.cornell.edu/censure.htm:
Since President Carter left office on Jan. 20, 1981 I fail to see how he can be "censured" in any sense of the word. This is the best they could come up with as a response to Democratic Senator Russ Feingold's resolution to censure President Bush? Exactly how misguided does one have to be to seriously suggest censuring a man who has been out of office for twenty five years? This is a joke, right, and I just didn't get it? Like Kevin Federline? And straight into the mail. You know how we do around here. And by "we" I mean "me".
The way I see it is like this: Without the drugs, the same guys would win, as they have greater ability than their peers. But, without the drugs, the whole peleton would be going 5k slower. Nothing out there is going to make, say, a rider like me as fast as Basso, Ullrich and the rest. They just have more of that God given talent. I'm also not going to become a heavyweight boxing champion, hockey player of jockey. It's just not in the cards for me and my potential. The dope gives you that extra 3 - 5% that you wouldn't get any other way. Really. It's not so much the shortcut to fitness people make it out to be, all those guys still train their ass off and all that. It's that icing on the cake, that little bit extra at the end. Better recovery, better oxygen uptake. In a three week tour, I wouldn't be surprised if the majority of riders were engaged in some kind of hormone therapy and the like. Testosterone levels and hematocrit ratios are like a speed limit on the highway, you can go right up to it but not over. And I believe many riders do just that. If your natural levels are low, or they get beat down by two weeks of racing in a three week tour, the "doctor" can bring 'em back up and you're a rock star again. And that's why people are incorrect when they assert: "Oh, so-and-so has a paper excluding him as he as a natural hematocrit of 52%. It's all bullshit, those levels don't mean so much as hard training, etc, etc." Yeah, if a riders body is used to a level of say, 52%, as that is what that particular rider is at naturally, then a level of 52% isn't anything to write home about in and of itself. Now take a rider with a natural level of 35%. Knock that up to 48.5% and you just gained a tremendous amount of oxygen uptake. And a 5% increase in power, wattage, time to muscle exhaustion, recovery, whatever, could be the difference between making the break and chasing all day. Wining and losing. Gold and Bronze. And that's the reason for it. I'm not saying its right, I'm just saying that's the way it is right now. Some guys shoot up EPO, Aranesp or a variety of other drugs that came out of the anemia and cancer treatment arsenal. Some guys draw out their own blood, spin it down to separate the plasma and re-inject the red blood cells. Some guys sleep in an altitude tent. Or, they spend a few weeks up in the mountains of Colorado, France, Italy or Spain. Higher altitude, less oxygen, force the body to adapt. It's all so fucked. More at time.com
In you're like me, and were wondeing just what in the hell "mossy oak mudslinger" is, I found this link.
I've said it before and I'll say it again: Our heroes use drugs. Full stop. I maintain no illusions that the top spots in cycling are occupied by those who use the full program. I know it, I accept it, I still follow the sport. What can fix it? I don't pretend to know. Lifetime bans probably. The way it is now, you have to dope to win. And I say "now" hesitantly. I would wager it's been like that for quite a long time in Europe. Every rider I've ever spoken with who has raced over there says the same thing; doping is pervasive and ever present. I just hope Ullrich is able to show up the Tour on form and full of fight. I'm not asking for much, damn it, just gimmie a fucking race. Now we got something like two hundred people caught up another doping investigation. If Ulrich gets knocked out of the box for this bullshit before he gets to the Tour and his best chance of winning the fucking thing in years, I will totally lose my shit. Honey, you're on notice: Jan gets popped before July 1st and I'm dragging the furniture out front and setting the lot of it on fire. Notice I did not say anything about Ullrich actually being innocent. Reminds me of how an old friend of the family back in Pennsylvania got caught in much the same moral dilemma. She was telling me about Allen Iverson, "Oh, Allen, " she said, "he just hangs out with the wrong crowd." When the conversation turned to Kobe Bryant's alleged sexual assault her view was not as forgiving. I believe what she said was something the effect of "they should hang the bastard." Do I need to mention that she's a Sixer's fan? God damn this all to hell. Dopers suck. Links: [pees in a pod] tpmmuckraker.com/archives/000748.php
Yeah, maybe offer an amnesty for those rides (and other team personnel) that cooperate. The way it is now, they want to strip a champion of his first place finishes from years back if he admits to using drugs. Fair enough, but no guarantee that second, third and forth place weren't juiced on the day. How 'bout we just let em all sing like birds and start fresh?
Yep. It's so damn easy, why not do it?
Like this is any different than, say, last week? Today's monster Giro stage was shortened due to inclement weather. I wouldn't exactly say it ended up being "easy", but I was eagerly anticipating some real fireworks. Who's afraid of a little snow? Pussies. Send up up the slope. Like my man Riis said: "Sometimes the riders should just shut up and race." Or something like that. Basso appears to have this one in the bag. I guess it's all over but the crying at the '06 Giro. Today's links, have at 'em. All two. [more saiz] velonews.com/news/fea/9911.0.html Oh yeah, can you feel it? I mean really feel it? I can't. I'm going riding. Kinda wish I was riding more that I have been this week, and I'm only a few days into this "work week" bullshit. More rides, more rides. But, I always end up saying something like that, don't I?
The Suns shot the lights out and Basso blew everyone's doors off. God damn right. What else can you say? Can't wait for Suns - Mavs. I'm slammed sideways. Why is life like that, you're either bored to tears or ball to the wall. No middle ground, just one extreme or the other. Whatever. Link dump: [one shoe in the road] prx.org/pieces/10524
I'm with ya. The kid is off the hook. Of course, he looked pretty good in the Giro last year till he got sick. Barring accident or injury, he's got this one in the bag. In the bag. It'll be a good win for CSC. One of many this year I imagine.
Last one in from our African Correspondent?
Sunday was a good mountain bike tour around some of Flagstaff's finest. A buddy of mine was in town and he got to see some new stuff. Climbed up Schultz, up Little Bear, up and over Sunset, down to the tank, up Weatherford, over on Friedlan Prairie to New Ham. Then hung left on Upper Moto down to Moto and Schultz. That one took five and a quarter hour from the front door. I'm feeling it today. I drove to day care, dropped my wife off at work and then drove my fat ass to work. Me, bike? Today? Yeah, maybe later. Did you read the Giro stage report on Friday over at cyclingnews? Oh. My. God. This is the gayest race reporting I have ever seen. In my entire life. Check it out: "As he turned his head around metres before the line, making sure no-one would pass him, Joan Horrach Rippoll's strawberry blonde ponytail flicked back softly against his neck, his right arm began swinging in a circular motion as if waving a lasso, before both arms lifted in unison, his index fingers and azure eyes pointing towards the baby blue Ligurian sky." Nice. I can't quit you... The Giro is about to blow the fuck up. Take a look at what what tomorrow will bring. If that don't break 'em in half, Wednesday ought to do it. Good times. Tonight: Game seven, Clips - Suns. I know what I'm doing later. Yep. Taunting Big Pun. I don't know what I want more, my team to win, or his to lose. [vid] sexyproffesors.com/chompsky-taking-bite-out-of-buckley Ladies and Gentleman, may I present the dumbest mother fucker on the entire planet: Kevin Federline. His rap career is about to blow the fuck up. In his face. It just don't stop. That guy is an assbag. That song of his on the myspace site is so bad I originally thought it was a parody site. I thought someone put that together as a joke, like, it wasn't really Mr. Federline's new single. Apparently, that is the real deal. Life is stranger than fiction... Some bad news on the cycling front:
As always, our thoughts are with his friends and family
Watched the Sun's go down to the Clips last night. This one's going to seven. Unreal. The Big Jonny vs. Big Pun basketball grudge match continues. Ah shit, bring on the weekend. Today's links below. [bisbee pics] masonibas.com Mail from one of our beloved Faux Cutters:
Right on. Go Jan. Not much for a Friday. I am so out of here...
I thought he had no chance in hell, in hell I say, of taking the TT. Seems I was wrong about that one. Maybe this is one out of the Lance Armstrong playbook: "Impress the Tour rivals". If so, I'd say it worked. Now if he can just figure out how to climb in the next month of so… I think July is going to be very, very good this year. [dumb] new-ads-funded-by-big-oil-portray-global-warming-science Not much else to say today really I'm jammed up as much as I could be. I might not even get a ride in today. Just shoot me.
Still driving the bambino to day care then driving straight home again. Trade the car in for a bike. I wish everything in my life was so simple. [fisticuffs] youtube.com/watch?v=davechappelle This one from newdonkey deserves a quote: "When conservatives start comparing W. to Bill Clinton, you know the bottom has fallen out. " Yes, yes it has. Rest day for the Giro, with an individual time trail tomorrow. Not much for me to say, really. Other than Basso is going to light the world on fire. Some folks actually expect Ullrich to pull one out. I seriously doubt he'll crack the top 15. I don't think he's there for anything other than the miles. Better training than staying at home and refusing Mom's strudel night after night. Gotta be hard on a brother, I hear his Mom can fuck up a plate of strudel like nobody's business. If his mid-section is any indication after the last couple of winters... The Suns beat the Clips in a pivotal game five last night in double overtime. I was fighting of sleep, slumping in my favorite lounge chair, the rest of the family in bed. I actually started to nod off during the commercial break, but I fought it off. I was all in, up and watching this one till the end. I just couldn't believe what I was watching half the time. The two man game of Cassell and Brand is money in the bank. What are you supposed to do when Brand gets the ball in the low post? He's either going to score, or you foul him and he knocks down two anyway. And how about Bell's three at the end of the first overtime period? Are you kidding me? Hot damn, that was a good game. Game six out in L.A. at the Staples Center. Pretty good odds the Clips take this one and force a game seven. And why not? This series was destined to go to seven from the first tip. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
I'm usually in a car because I have to drop my child off with a day care provider before I head uptown for my deck jockey gig. Aka: sucking dick for beer money. Days like this make one yearn for the simple days back at the Salt Mine. Days like these come far to often. Day like these never end. But this week I've been riding to work. I still have to drive el bebé to day care. But I finally figured out that doesn't mean I can't drive right back home again and park the car. So today's path went by the same coffee shop as that chosen by the Gnome. As it should be, my friends, as it should be. Sometimes it takes me a while to catch on. But, like my old man once told me: Even a blind pig finds an acorn once in a while. I should ask him if that makes me a blind pig? Today's links: [rove] mediamatters.org/items/200605150011 That's about it for today. Audi 5000.
I came. I saw. I didn't conquer. About all I can say is that I keep it steady and I finished. I'd say I finished strong, but I'd be lying. I did put Matt "Damon" to rights in the sprint, but he was on a single speed. Not quite sporting is it? Full disclosure: He did already toast me up for the City Limit sprint on the way back into town. I was pulling his one gear ass along and he jumped me. So, I don't feel entirely bad for contesting the finishing sprint with gears. I just feel like a jackass sprinting for a placement in the 50's. Anyway, I got a nice five hour ride in with plenty of ugly climbing. I finished. I guess that says something. Maybe. I pretty much treated it like "training" for Leadville. Just get the miles in and try to have fun at the same time. Yeah, I was that guy who kept waving to people and talking and generally just being annoying. Fun was had, let me assure you. Not so much on the climb out of Skull Valley. That wasn't much fun at all. I did get passed by on Damn it Janet. That was kinda fun. I was in the granny gear whittling away like sands though the hour glass. She was on a single speed using every fiber of her being to keep turning that gear over. Something like 32 x 19. Not sure about that. Anyway, she's also doing Leadville this year and she looks strong. 'Ol Jimbo didn't make it outta Phoenix this year for the event. Not sure how his Leadville preparation is going. I assume it's going well as he painted a rather large target on my back. Must. Beat. Jonny's. Time. If the way I feel today is any indication, he just might. I my shoulders hurt. Last night over a couple of beers I was telling the Angry Hippie about this weird pain in my right arm with I turn it just the right way... He goes, "Welcome to your mid-thirties, jonny." Ah yes, we are all getting a little older, aren't we? I came in all of 55th place at 5:21. Good times. All the results are up over at Epic Rides. That said, I'll be doing it all again next year. It's one hell of an event and I enjoy it every year. Even though it's one tough son of a bitch. A few folks I know came in from out of town to give this one a try, and I think it surprised a few of them. That climb out of Skull Valley is no joke. In fact, it pretty much sucks. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right?
Wouldn't ya know it, I forgot the camera. Left it sitting at home. I guess that's one way to decide whether to bring it with ya on the ride. Some pics would be nice though. I'm sure someone took some. In fact, I happen to know a certain someone named Vlad who took a hell of a lot of video footage. He even got me pulling some bonehead move and dabbing on a rock the size of, well, a pair of socks. I am such a candy ass. Link Dump: [bush] talkingpointsmemo.com/archives/008458.php That's about it. Many thanks to Epic Rides for another brutal day in the saddle. I couldn't hurt myself like this without you. And I mean that.
Oh yeah, and Happy Friday. I'm still going to die. I guess we do this shit because it's fun, right? Something like that anyway. Maybe I'll bring a camera with me and take some pics of the event? Might as well have something to do other than pedal since that part of it ain't gonna work out in my favor. Mr, I'm a photographer. And a race participant. But mostly I'm a photographer. And I gotta tell ya, there ain't a lot of middle ground with the "professional photographers" I've met. Their either really cool, laid back guys snapping shots at bike events; or their total fucking pricks telling me how much their camera cost. "Oh, and the lens is another twelve hundred dollars.", said one of 'em. What a fucking dork. So your lens cost a lot? Who cares. Can you take a decent photograph? Take the guy we tossed a c-note at to snap some pics of the baby? Dude. That guy was special. Just like the special olympics. Today's link dump: [fucked] thinkprogress.org/2006/05/11/telcos-liable
It's the same everywhere, ain't it? Weekly World Championship leads to death and destruction.
Yeah, and I'm a few days late with the post as well. We'll get it right one of these years... Maybe.
There won't be any team time trial in this years Tour de France. And I think it's a shame. Still be a fun one to go see. Too bad I'll be state side.
God damn, I can't get that song out my head! See ya'll in Prescott.
You either pound it or you lose time. It's that simple. If you're a team made of six climbing specialists and a few bottle carriers to round out the numbers, you are going for stage wins. If you want the overall, you had better be able to ride as a team when it matters. Yeah. There, I said it. So, who do you like in the Giro? Who's going to win this thing? I guess I have to wait till Friday for more of the NBA playoffs. Link dump: [the bike man] nytimes.com/2006/05/10/world/europe/10cnd-biker.htm Hey, who likes fun stupid shit? That's right, you do. Check out what Bike Punk has been up to. (No good.) elmao.ytmnd.com Ran into one J. Powers downtown today. Dude's hair is huge. Large. He's on point for some bet where he gets fee booze for rockin' a mullet. I gotta admit, I like the boys style.
Got a three hour ride in today with the Gnome. He was on a single speed, geared two to one. A gear I can't push around here. I'm not quite sure how he does it, he just does it. I'm on gears and I get dropped. Uphill, downhill, doesn't matter. I get dropped. Jesus, I suck it. I can blame some of it on my suspension fork. It is in serious need of maintenance. I knew that before I started out today, I just put it off for another day. A day like tomorrow. That fucker is coming apart before this weekend, I'll tell you that much. There is no way in hell I'm going to subject myself to the rock strewn downhill at the Whiskey 50 with a fork that works like that. No way, Jose. Along the same lines, I've got a nice rigid fork to use and I haven't put it on for the same reason. There is only one nasty downhill at the Whiskey, and I fear it with anything less than 80 millimeters of soft, buttery travel up front. Call me what you will [wuss, wimp, weakling] but I knows what I like. Today's links: [lance] celebrity.aol.com/people/ataol/articles/0,19736,1192564,00.html Game two in the books, and this one was all Clips. They absolutely owned it from the first quarter on. I'd say the tip off, but the Suns actually capitalized on that with an alley-op to Shawn Marion. That may have been the high water mark for the Suns. It was all downhill from there. Tomorrow we've got the team time trail in the Giro. Ought to be interesting. To say the least.
And how 'bout that catchy into song? I'm dancing around my desk to that snappy little number. I'm shaking my ass like there's no tomorrow up in this piece. Yeah, like you aren't. Petacchi out with a busted kneecap. Ouch. I was looking for him to win four, five, twelve stages. Now it's the McEwen show. As it should be. Not much to say, it's Tuesday. Yee haa. Some links: [rove] thinkprogress.org/2006/05/08/shuster-convinced Well shitty, I got's nothing. Time to go ride my bike and work on my tan lines. 'Cause I can.
Oh God, Monday sucks. At least the Suns won this weekend. A Lakers loss is cause for celebration in my world. And I take it where I can get it. Round two of the NBA playoffs: Suns - Clippers. Can you dig it? Hallway series my ass. My man Big Pun is Clips fan, so you know damn well I'll be running him about his "team" every chance I get. Shit, I just have to. It's what friends do. Nash vs. Cassell? Please. Nash all the way. And now that I've said it, I'm sure I've damned the Suns to getting shut out, blanked, beat up and sent home in a box after four straight losses to the Clips. So it goes. I talk; I fuck it up. Here's the schedule: 1 @PHO Monday, 5/8, 10:30 ET I know what I'm doing tonight. Today's links: [gnomes] cyclingnews.com/photos/2006/giro06/...imgp0565 My man Justin sent in this link to online video Giro coverage: media.rai.it/mpmedia/0,,%5E4517,00.html. Absolutely no idea what's going on. I've been watching it, but, I can't understand a word of Italian beyond "Giro" and "spaghetti". Sad but true. I need to expand my horizons. In more ways than one. Looks like I'll be checking it out come the am for some live coverage. Oh, I'm such a junkie.
No idea who this guy is, but he's got Drunkcyclist Team Member written all over him. The Giro started this weekend. Ought to be a good one. As far as I'm concerned, that race is wide open with several legitimate contenders for the overall. Last year I didn't think much of Paolo Savoldelli's chances, even outright saying he had zero chance in hell with a weak team and all that. But the old boy, he proved me wrong and he won it in grand style. This year I'm not saying much, I'm just going to watch and enjoy. No need to put my foot in my mouth, I do that enough these days without a race to consider. Seriously.
Now, in light of the Gordo love fest of late, maybe I shouldn't touch this one with a ten foot pole. But, I can't not link this shit. And I'm pretty sure Gordo is going to put me in a ditch next time I'm in Tucson, but god damn, did you see the crit finish at Gila yesterday? Gordo thought he had it sewn up. But, Bahati was still coming on strong and pipped him at the line. Now that's an exciting finish. I admire Bahati's never say die attitude. Way to give it some stick. The Gila Monster stage today ought to flip the script on the GC. It's well underway, but I've no idea what happened yet. And I've got to mention Dave Nelson sittin' in third, 55 seconds back, in the Cat 2's. Good looking out, bean pole. Jackass Justin ran his first ever marathon down in Prescott on Saturday. And he won it. Can you believe that? He is a very bad man. Just a few inks today: [cheney] taxprof.typepad.com/taxprof_blog/2006/04/kirsch_cheney Got my four hours in yesterday on the road bike. Showed up for the local group ride and got my clock cleaned. Dropped twice and clawed my way back. Went that way till the third time when the curtain dropped on fatty. Then I had some quality time by myself. Still, it's all about time and intensity. Both of which I got aplenty. Hey, it's a good thing.
Just what I need: Another excuse to drink Tecate like it's going out of style. And how 'bout those Suns? Man, I still can't believe they pulled that one out. I thought it was all over for the boys. Bring on game seven. What a series. And, since I fucking hate the Lakers, seeing them knocked out of the box in the first round would bring me immense happiness and joy. Now that I've said it on drunkcyclist, I've undoubtedly damned myself to watching Kobe take his fourth NBA title. I put in two and a half hours on the mtb yesterday. And man, did I ever enjoy myself. I went out and around the Arizona Trail. Or, part of it. A small part. Good stuff. I rode my twenty niner over the twenty sixer. I'll have to write more on the comparison sometime. I could put hundreds of words together on that one. Anyway, the two nine won out and she got beat the fuck down. Not really. Anyway, super cool ride. Saw six big elk on the way out. Then I scared up seven more out on the trail. Real cool seeing them check out the cyclist in gay lycra, eye me up and down trying to figure out if I'm a threat or not, walk to the side and then run a bit. Then they stare at me more. Yeah, I'm challenging their whole world view. Big ugly fuck in a voodoo kit. At least I'm not from Texas. Shudder. I was barreling down a smooth piece of single track, with the wind in my face, and I came up on a coyote. Old boy was trotting along, completely oblivious to my fat ass. I was a mere twenty yards away and I whistled to let him know I was coming. Poor bastard took one look at me in my voodoo kit and took off like a bat outta hell. He (or she) didn't stop running flat out for the 74 years I could follow him (or her) across the meadow, up and over downed trees an up a hill into heavier foliage. Do you think it was my voodoo kit? (And that ain't me looking all hot and buttery, that's Big Tex.) Link dump: [bikes belong] sltrib.com/ci_3787931 Seems my Moninger crack was less than appreciated by some of my readers:
I just couldn't resist. [**An update: The above-mentioned email does not reflect the position of Grand Canyon Racing or Drunkcyclist. Its' just Christophe. I'm pretty sure Gord knows I'm in love with him. With all the flowers I've sent, the stalking, the shrine in my garage...Nuff Said.**] [**Another update: How many ways can I step on toes in three day? Anyone taking odds on this shit?**}
Sounds good to me. I've been passed by Tinker. And I can't tell you how many times.
I guess I didn't say much of anything about it on the site. Imagine that, jonny keeping his opinion to himself. Hell must've froze over. I thought he was great. I've not seen the man work a crowd before. I can't call that studio audience he's usually in front of anything but friendly. This was decidedly unfriendly. A big room full of really uncomfortable people. Nice work. He stuck it to the bastards. And I, for one, am glad he did. And now, thanks to Steven Colbert, you can drop a brick on the shurbster. This one is a few days old already, but since it's Cinco de Mayo...
Don't forget this: "The law also establishes allowable quantities for other drugs, including LSD, ecstasy — about two pills' worth — and amphetamines." Mexico. My new favorite country.
And I look to see Miller will up in the top five. I'm calling it right now. Well, the results are up now, and Miller is no where near the top five. Moninger owned the day. Lets just hope he can steer clear of any, ahem, tainted supplements for the rest of the week. Oh, this is going to be fun. If I had the time/money/inclination I'd load up the Caddy and head east. Silver City, for those of you that haven't been there, is one hell of a nice part of the world. Good riding and good times. I've worked at this race a few times, for a few different teams. I always have fun. I've been getting in the hours this week. Don't ask me how, I'm just somehow squeaking by. It works for now. With me, and probably more than a few of those that read this site, there is a direct relationship between riding and happiness. Bikes = Happiness. Pretty much. When I'm not riding, I'm a miserable fuck. When I am riding, I'm too tired to be a miserable fuck. Something like that anyway. And so it goes. Today's link dump: [the gauntlet] web.mac.com/bicycle_driver/iWeb/bl/bike-lane-symbol.html For those of you who've been watching the NBA playoffs, how 'bout them Suns. Just forced a game seven with an overtime victory against the Lakers in LA. Game seven in Phoenix. Man, it doesn't get much better than this. And, yo, Steve Nash is the man.
Sounds like a good time to me.
Jesus, I can't even type those lies with a straight face. Too damn funny. I'd be hard pressed not to finish dead last in the lowest category. And I'm just talking 'bout the prologue. I'd have zero change of making the time cut, or rolling in by nightfall for that matter, in some of the road stages. Hey, I know my strengths. And when it comes to cycling, nothing involving a bike I'm pedaling is a strength. I can't ride 'em. I can't fix 'em. I can't even wash one without fucking it up. I should be working in a paper bag factory. But I'd probably glue my hand to my face or some shit like that. But I'd put dollars to donuts that I'd drink any of these ass clowns under the table. And is it just me, or is Hondo look a whole lot like the Bus? (The Bus is one of Flagstaff's finest, in case you wanted to know.) I wonder what Snake's doing right now? I'll tell you what he ain't doing. He ain't taking my calls. Bastard lets me go straight to voice mail. Fuck him and Hoyt. Punk bitches are lucky I'm to cheap to buy a plane ticket and head east with my big bag of pain. Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times… Red meat like I was working the lion cage: [brutal] poetry.rotten.com/spiral The Giro starts at the end of the week. And I am very excited about it. What I am not excited about is how bull riding and bass fishing can pull in more advertising dollars than an event like the Giro d'Italia. A race of that stature can't get daily coverage in this country? Are you fucking kidding me? OLN will offer up coverage on Sundays only. You can tell by their write up that the target audience is people that can't even spell "bicycle".
And I guess I can pay $20 bucks to watch it on my computer. Nice. Thanks a lot, guys. Appreciate it. Glad I pay for OLN all year. What valuable programming, exactly, is going to be knocked out of the box by putting the live coverage on at the ass crack of dawn like you did in the past? Put the Giro on at 6:00 am. This morning we had the Consumer Product Showcase in that time slot. You think that can't be moved? It plays again for 8:00 am for Christ's sake. You can pile all that rodeo and hunting crap into the prime time spots for all I care. Just gimmie some daily coverage. It's enough to make my head explode.
Well, lets hear it for bike rides. The one damn thing that's keeping me sane. And that is what you might call a point of contention. Check this out:
** Update: Tim has already reached his goal and the fund raiser has been shut down. Still plenty of coolness about the project, so read up over at alaskabikeblog.blogspot.com.** Aight, I'm going riding. Audi 5000.
And, if things go to plan next weekend, it may also be good for pitching horseshoes. Yes, I'm pacing off the pitch and making grand plans. Sand? Got piles of the stuff. A few hours and a shovel and I'm in like Flynn. It's all about the yard sports 'round this spot. Now if I could just find me some lawn darts... Linkage: [shitty] msnbc.msn.com/id/12575940 I feel better. You?
Check out Lovedog down Tucson way bringing the pain at the TT. Yeah, that was a top spot effort in the old man class. More pics over at velonews.com. And Miller can still leave 'em on the climbs. Well, that's about it. I'm going to throw a leg over my road bike and try to get in two hours or so. Snakes got me doing some hill repeats, being the skilled climber I am. Lovedog and Miller had better watch the fuck out; I own this town. Word. Then, maybe if I'm really lucky, I'll get another ten bags of pine needles to the curb, knock back a cold one and get this update posted. Or, if things pan out like they have been, I'll be uploading this in the a.m. Shit is like that.
That is funny, right? Funny like a big joke. Funny, funny. Funny. I'm not laughing. Are you? Are they? In March we started the fourth year in Iraq. Let's hear the 'em chant "Four More Years" like they did at the GOP convention. It was fun then, right? Four more years in Iraq. Good times. Knocked the bocce balls around the backyard yesterday to mixed results. Won a couple, lost a couple. And had a good time doing it. It may be my new favorite pastime. Way easier than this biking shit. If the way I feel this morning is any indication, I'm going to friggin die at the Whiskey. Jesus. I suck it. I got in a two hour road ride yesterday morning, and it took me about the whole first hour to feel all right. Then I went home and filled 15 bags with pine needles. I don't have much in the way of leaves up here in the northland. But I make it up with pine trees. Lots and lots of pine trees. As we all know, pine trees make pine needles. And they need raking. Seems the folks that lived in my spot before me weren't much on the raking and bagging tip. As in they didn't do it. So I'm bagging up years of the stuff. I wonder if Coach will consider the aerobic benefits of raking? Somehow I doubt it. Z-Boy took home the top spot in Bisbee over the weekend. Good looking out. Not sure what went down with Grand Canyon Racing, something about Lovedog and Aasmundstak getting mixed up in the scoring. But the team took home the victory, and that's really what matters in the end. And, yes, Drunkcyclist is a pound sponsor of Grand Canyon Racing. So I'm stoked. Today's link assortments for your viewing pleasure: [fun] vissor.com/interactive/assets/slut.swf I'm out.
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