Saturday, February 18, 2006
Tomorrow is the first race. I think I'll do it, if it's not too cold. The plan (like every year) is to attack at the very beginning and see how long I can last in the breakaway. That's always a good way to start the race season, a 60 mile breakaway.
I guess it's now the season for race pre-reports and post-reports. I'll try to make them as un-boring and dis-uninteresting as possible. But I can't promise anything. Most of the time I find that race reports are possibly the worst thing you can find on the internet, and there's some pretty stupid stuff out there. Kind of like this blog.
Ok, I apologized to my mechanic for the comments about the bike not being built well. I did smell his biscuits.
Oh, and Nasty, my bike might be ugly, but at least it's not some genetic malformation like yours and trebone's.
I wonder what Tonkin's doing right now?
Monday, February 13, 2006
Back to my roots
Is it still cool to call mountain bikes "MTB"s? Or should I call it a "two-nine-er"? Off-roader? Burrito earner?
Took it out for its maiden voyage this Sunday to those trails out in Scappoose. It was pretty fun, except my pro mechanic must have been sleeping when he built the bike. Luckily the training program that I've given him in exchange for his work doesn't actually help, so I think we're even.
In other news, don't do drugs.
I wonder what Tonkin's doing now?
Friday, February 10, 2006
It's so windy
You won't believe this...I got a bad tub of Kozy shack last night. It was kinda dry, like the rice hadn't been cooked long enough or something. I still ate half the tub, though. I mean, you have to. Bad Kozy shack is still better than eating a salad or something.
Other than that, nothing new. I've just been trying to get out as much as possible, it's incredibly nice here now. Sunny and 50's every day, and it looks like it'll stay this way for another 5 days or so. It's reminiscent of last year when we had 70s and sunny all February. That was insane.
I'm going to try to start saying "peace out" all the time.
Sunday, February 05, 2006
So yeah, nice weather today, huh? Did the Peet's coffee master's ride. Turned back about half-way through so as not to break my three hour ride limit. Heard the other guys did about 4.5 hrs. That's too long.
Got my vanilla built back up after riding the old waterford for awhile. It's like night and day. The waterford is cool, sure, but the vanilla is so light and stiff and comfortable. Almost like a carbon trek. Gratuitous sponsor plug: buy a Vanilla (as if you didn't already know you wanted one). Sacha has assured me that even though the waiting list is long, it's NOT because he's on vacation. Seriously.
What else...oh yeah, I guess the hot new thing with all those bikers that did the big race last weekend in Europe is their new love of waffles. It's sort of like me and burritos, except different, because I already was all over the Belgium waffle thing. I guess in Belgium they just call them waffles. I wonder if they have American burritos in Belgium. Probably. I'm guessing the traditional Mexican burrito there is normal sized, and American burritos are the Shannon-sized ones that I eat. Anyways, try some waffles, they're good. I'm not talking Eggo waffles. Get the good stuff. You can even buy your own waffle maker for cheap. Here's a hint: the more butter in the batter, the fluffier they are on the inside and the crispier they are on the outside. Butter in the batter.
If anybody actually likes it when I talk about Walmart and economic issues, here's another cyclist blog to check out: smithbryan.blogspot.com. He's a pro, and asks some good questions. I like this one (I'll paraphrase): if we subscribe to the theory of the free market, laissez-faire economics, etc., do we need to legislate morality (prostitution, gun control, abortion, etc). Or is all that stuff self correcting, or does it just fall into a natural, neutral state? I'll start off with my opinion, but I'll answer the question cryptically. I could buy everything I get from my partner (companionship, a person to talk to, sex) and yet I got married anyway.