Five for Fighting

Dear Readers,

(ONE)  Earlier this week, I sent myself to the internet penalty box. No Facebook and Twitter until Sunday. I got myself into one of those internet arguments that you know no one wins over some assholery on Facebook. I was embarrassed to get pulled into it, but also upset that the situation happened at all. Frustrated, I went to the twitters looking for comfort, peace and smiles. I then realized that the sole purpose of the Twitter is to allow folks to be snarky and basically tell everyone that they suck. Oh- and pimp awesome blogs like this one.

Nick and I after I totally bonked in the final 15 minutes of my ride and he escorted me home...

Look I'll own this, I'm an ex-race promoter, and an ex-series promoter. I don't walk like I used to walk. Heck,  I barely walk at all these days. And to be honest,  I am stoked I'm out of the promotion game. But it just felt to me no one was adding anything other than "USAC SUCKS" or "the CEO makes $350k he doesn't care about cross" "everyone is a moron, I am so much smarter" Meanwhile, getting lost in what I felt like was a lot of bitching with no solutions (solutions apparently don't fit in 140 characters as easily as whining I guess) was the real travesty of nationals getting delayed for a day, (the junior women totally getting shafted) which Colin did a great job of highlighting here.  So essentially after getting totally frustrated I gave myself 5 for fighting and kept myself off of Facebook and Twitter until Sunday.  Had to be done. So Internets, did you miss me?

(TWO) Girl Scout Cookies are now being sold at work. They are $4 a box. I gave my friend who was selling them for her daughter $5 to not sell me any cookies this season.

(THREE) After Diane and I rode on Thursday night, I stopped in town to pick up a pizza. I didn't have a quarter for the meter, so I just figured I'd push my luck. I hustled into Grottos and picked up the pizza, and got back to the car. No Ticket. No Issues. I figured I'd run into the beer store and grab a six pack, again pushing my luck. When I came out of the beer store I saw him. The Meter-man. I saw him look up the street and see my meter flashing red. I looked at him, he saw me. We made eye contact. I, with six pack in hand, started running up the street. I ran to my car, and turned just as I opened the door giving my best lance armstrong look back to the meter-man .  He was walking up the street. I smiled at him. He did not smile back. I jumped in my car and pulled away...

(FOUR) Had an unplanned serendipitous group ride Saturday morning. It was gonna be wicked cold. Word on the street was that most of the fairhill and middlerun/white clay system were still very icy, but ironhill was golden. NOTE: Iron Hill was golden.  I rolled out of the house and set off to meet Diane at Ironhill. We'd been on a couple of text chains, but didn't really expect as awesome and a large group as we had today. It was rad. Diane hates Ironhill. Going back 20 years, a totally weird fluke crash and frankly she's not loved the place since then. Today she rode like a champ. I know she wasn't happy with her #Januarylegs, but she was technically on point.  I was super proud. Super Fun group, and a great time..

Travis H, Lisa Lisa, Buddy the leg breaker changing a flat, Monkey, Jen,
 Benny da Jewlar, Mr. Nick Sears and Dennisbike.com

 (FIVE) Riding bikes is really fun. But if you're reading this blog, then I'm guess I don't need to tell      you that huh?

thanks for reading.

best to you all, even those solving the world's problems on twitter

respect
fatmarc
vanderbacon
former walker, current talker