Weekend Wrap Up
My new work schedule is dumb. I work Sunday, Monday, Thursday Friday. That means my “weekend” is Tuesday, Wednesday. Nice. I guess it could be a good thing as I will no longer be going out on the weekends when everyone I know goes out and I go along just to have something to do. I usually ride by myself, so that makes no difference. Not dating anyone so impact there. I guess really it has no effect on my life when it gets right down to it.
Tuesday I did get in some good times on The Shoreline before the rain/snow hit. Yesterday I was looking at a trainer ride or being a man and going out on the road. I went out. 2.5 hours later I am soaked to the bone and on the verge of hypothermia. Suprisingly I did not see another cyclist on the road. I guess that means I am a man, though not a smart man. I hope RMR dry’s out cuz there is no way I am racing on the NECKCAR oval. I guess most racing is going around in cricles just some are bigger than others. The size of the circle is directly proportional to the amount of fun. Big circles=big fun. Small circles=minimal fun. Simple right?
Over at the Pro Doping Tour Eyetalian cry baby Alice Pettachi has taken his dolls and gone home from the Coppi e Bartoli (some Euro dope show) saying. “I have paid for the psychophysical stress of Sanremo,” noted the Milram rider to La Gazzetta dello Sport. “Maybe I have raced too much in the desire to recuperate. Now I am stopping.” Psycophysical Stress? What a douche. Freakshow Tom Boonan dealt with his “psychophysical stress” by man handling the field on some shit covered Belgian “roads”.
Oh yeah, this guy has got game. Too old, too tall, no money(maybe herders are rich in Inner Mongolia?), lives in a country where there are 2 guys for every girl. No problem.
