He's ok if he's not the fastest on the block, but that doesn't lead him to treat cycling like an adult kickball league as so many do. Cycling is important. It's ok to train for it. It's ok to want to be faster, because that's actually more fun than sucking completely. At the same time, being fast doesn't make you better than anyone else, and he knows that, too.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
We saw Twilight.
Before the movie Monkey and I were feeling a bit peckish so I got some refreshments. I got a thing of pretzel bites, and a small soda. The soda ended up being a small bucket of sprite. I’m not sure I drink that much soda in a week. The bill was $12 or something outrageous like that, and the cashier asked me if I wanted some candy to go with my pretzels and soda. I responded that if I buy any candy I’m gonna need to take out a second mortgage on my house. She stared blankly at me. I’m guessing mortgage humor falls short on a 16 year old girl just trying to do her job. I was just the creepy old guy buying some snacks.
Twilight was interesting.
I liked the protagonist Bella, and the story was good, but it was frankly the worst portrayal of vampires I have ever seen in my life. Really I was thinking the entire time that I was watching Ziggy Stardust parade around the screen.
I had another thought last night. So you have a vampire who is basically stuck in a 17 year old’s body, but is really 200 years old or so. He is totally skeeving out over a real 17 year old girl. How do you hold a conversation? When I look at the kids at the university, I think they look a little young, to be 200 and smitten with a 17 year old, I gotta say that’s just really pervy. I’m just saying…
Take for instance this one and this one…
Be safe, have a great thanksgiving.
I will be counting my blessings for sure.
Thanks for reading.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Thursday, November 20, 2008
We did a couple of efforts, they were fun. E-town was hanging on my wheel like he wanted to date it. The kid is a really good cross rider. We were trying to make life tough on our boy Jebalicous. First effort I think we succeeded, second one he took us to the woodshed. He's pretty good at this cross game, he should consider playing it for a while...
As much fun as I had in the mud last weekend, I have to admit it felt great to stand on the pedals and have the bike go. Wrapped in the curtain of darkness and cold, it felt like we were flying around the park. I love cross practice.
thanks to Slick Rik for showing my bikes some love and getting them ready for the final three weeks...
thanks for reading.
Monday, November 17, 2008
As Monkey and I exited the NJ turnpike and started over the Delaware Memorial Bridge, returning to the mother land that is northern Delawre, I took one last look back at the state of my demise. I'm not certain but I'm pretty sure going north I saw a sign that said:
Thursday, November 13, 2008
The waitress explained to me that it is a poster for one of the cooks favorite soccer teams. I think they put it up just for us, because it is so awesome.
They asked me to work for them as a free lance reporter at the USGP in Trenton.
Ken , who has been supportive of my race report work, referred them to me.
I was pretty excited, pretty honored. What an outstanding opportunity.
In the end, I declined.
My plate has been pretty full this year.
Frankly, I was really looking forward to racing, drinking and hanging out this weekend.
During my tussle with the beach at beacon I cut my nose. Since then I have hit it every time I dry my hair, scratch my eyebrow, touch my face. What was once a non visible little cut is now a nice mark that has people asking me if I’ve been punched during a killer b race or something. No, just a left over from my wrestling match with the beacon beach.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Or Mr. French?
Maybe Odd Job from Gold Finger: Odd Job was an assassin, pretty good for handling the neighborhood bully, or
maybe when Buffy’s boyfriend got out of line, but can he make a good tuna fish sandwich?
I think not. I don’t think that he can cut the crust off my fluffer nutter with that special hat of his.
Me, I gotta go with Mr. French.
Have you seen my brush?Good for tires, Good for hair, not so much for teeth.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Diane and I are speeding up I95 north headed for the Delaware Memorial Bridge and HPCX. I am enjoying a fine Duncan Donuts flat bread sandwich with bacon and cheese. It is still dark out side, but I think to myself that the sandwich is messy.
Diane and I are speeding up the NJ turnpike headed for HPCX. The sun has come up and it is no longer dark. Diane looks over at me the way that only a wife can look at her husband as they speed off to a bike race early in the morning. She says to me, "do you know you have a slice of bacon on your leg?"
I look down, sure enough on my thigh is a slice of bacon, that must have fallen out of my fine flat bread sandwich from Duncan Donuts. I smile at my lovely wife and comment, " well, no I didn't know that was there, how fortuitous for me." I pick up the slice of bacon and eat it.
I love this race. I came in with high hopes. First time on to the beach, I got tangled up with a dude who prematurely exited his bike. This can be a problem when we were 3rd and 4th wheel. I take full responsibility, I have been taken out early in sand before, I should have given myself some space or at least a way out. My bad. When trying to pick up my bike Colin S. came by at full speed and laid me out. If I didn't know better I'd say Colin has a side job as office linebacker. That quickly, less than a lap, my race changed for the worse.
I was way off, and pretty much angry. Yeah, really angry. The rest of the race all I could remember was thinking, "fuck, fuck, fuck... kill, kill, kill..." Not my style. I am not a good racer when I race emotionally. It was a hard day. I fought back into the top 10 only to crash in the final two laps. Cam Mancuso was a fine traveling partner as we both tried to work ourselves back into the game. Then my bike stopped shifting and thankfully Sweet Johnny and Monkey had a bike in the pit for me. End result, actually a ride I'm proud of, finishing 10th, even though I had more than that in the tank. I was really angry, and really frustrated about my start. I couldn't shake my grumpiness.
Started the race. Bobbled on a root. Bounced off of 5 people, still pissed from yesterday, decided I wasn't having fun, was not enjoying my frame of mind, and frankly I quit. I rode into the pit got off my bike, took my helmet off and walked back to my car. Monkey asked me in the pit, "are you sure?" I nodded my head. "are you really sure, come on babe..." I was done.
I usually pride myself in having heart, in riding out bad days, in having guts. Today I failed on all accounts. In hind site I wasted so much energy being pissed Saturday during my race, racing emotionally, and then continuing to be upset, that frankly when I went to the well Sunday, it was dry.
I am really embarrassed.
So that's all I'll say about that.
Monkey had 2 solid good rides pulling out a 10th Saturday and 9th Sunday.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
It’s mid season, and generally about this time I like to freshen up my handlebar tape. Now as Slick Rik was changing out my shifter, I asked him if he could throw some new tape on the bike.
Rik reported that despite the fact that I haven’t ridden my bike in over a week, the stench from my sweat was almost unbearable as he pulled off the old tape. He commented that as he threw it in the trash can, Sadly the shop monkey took a whiff of my disgarded tape, and rolled over dead. Worse off, Rik was amazed the under layers of tape were still wet: damp with sweat. Needless to say anyone in the shop that day was all totally grossed out. What can I say? I’m a big dude, I sweat a lot. Figuring for a change, I busted out the blue tape for the final half of the season. I hear blue is a nice color.
Truth is I had no intentions of doing this race. Following fairhill I was wiped out. A combination of things changed my mine. First cooling down with Jim Mudd and Kyle Murphy, we were talking about the Rockburn race, I said that I had registered, but was likely to bag it. Kyle, busting my stones, commented "the mabra ban continues!" Jim laughed out loud.
BTW Diane Grimm turned her tire inside out today during her race. Most amazing thing I ever saw...