Yawn

Jesus.

I gotta get out and do something. Otherwise I have no blogging material.

One day, last week, Laura and I rode in some pretty epic rainy conditions (I can't hear you above the hurricane) just so we would have some rich blogging material. And then, neither one of us wrote about it.

There's no post yesterday because all I did was clean my garage. Suppose I could have posted before and after pics of that if I wanted to truly tests the depths of the mundane. But, I just don't have the knack for doing that as artfully as Dawn.

This morning offers little in the way of blog fodder as well. (if I eliminate details that don't really belong here, anyway) I have whittled away the morning perusing a couple of jersey boy blogs while a hot guy works on my bike. Ooo.

He is installing a pie plate on my rear wheel. A 13 by blessed, beautiful 29. I don't care that the 29 is big enough to eat a porterhouse steak off of, I am going to love that thing and visit it often. I'll visit it tomorrow.

Tomorrow. What in the world am I thinking? I can only hope that I am still drunk so I don't feel a thing.

And Happy New Year kisses to the crew going out tonight in Santa Cruz. Have a good time and get funky for me.

There are some sickos in this world

and I am happy to call them my friends.

Just noticed that TWW did this to Gumby. I'm not sure what the point even is. I think thats why I find it so funny.

pervs


Maybe this will get her blogging?

A.P.B.

Where's Dawn?

She's not here.
She's not blogging.
Where is she?

She missed margy night and trainer night. Poor girl.

I am not a chicken

I have a hate-hate relationship with my trainer.

I love riding my bike. And if I am ever fit, it is only because I love riding my bike. It is not because I am disciplined or motivated. It is because I love the sheer joy of propelling myself through this world.

I will put my head down and suffer like a beast on the open roads or trails. The wind in my face inspires me (and wipes away the yak coming out of my mouth). The passing world moves me forward when my legs want to stop. The sounds of my tires crunching leaves and grit pulls me up hills.

But sit my ass on a trainer and I am all wuss and no go.

So what in the world was I doing pedaling like a fiend on it last night? I have no idea. But when you are inspired, you don't question it. You just hop on, pedal and breathe.

Still, that finishing song of "tweet, tweet, tweet" was the sweetest sound I heard all night.

Battery Operated Toys

yeah. I wish.

But no. Different sponsor.

So far I have found no less than 4 batteries in this contraption that need replaced. Far more complicated than I intended and meanwhile my garage languishes. Can't I just download the bucket o sweat data? Or count how many times I curse under my breath?

Chronicles of Migo

delayed...

You know you need that cup of coffee when...

...you pour whole beans directly into the filter and wonder why the coffee came out all light.

L'Être et le Néant

Receiving a blissful massage beats getting hit in the head with a rubber ball any day of the week.

Its amazing how enlightened one becomes after two margaritas.
(yes, it was better with lime)

Can we put this one in the queue?

Hill Climb Practice

I was inspired by the bunny.

Its going well so far I think.

Maybe lime instead of lemon though.

The Chronicles of Migo

coming soon.....

Need to ride this Christmas off

Ugh.
Not even hungry for breakfast this morning.
Why do the holidays involve too much of my favorite foods and drinks?

urrrp.

I need to get my big christmas ass out there and do some base intervals. Or whatever those thingies are called.

And, how cute is my kitty clock? The clock still won't help me be on time, but it will help make me smile.

More Procrastinatin

You know you've put off the cleaning a little too long when you have to pull out the shop vac.

Christmas Lights

Normally, overdone (and its easy to overdo) Xmas lights annoy me. But, if my neighbor did this, I think I'd be cool with it.

There's just something about all that talent used so inappropriately.

Revelations

You can get a lot of Xmas shopping done at the grocery store

Shit

Christmas is only a few days away and I still have not purchased a single present.

If I keep this level of procrastination up, I will have to do my shopping in the kitchen pantry or the garage attic.

Just a bunch of kids on bikes

I love this sport.
This whole cycling thing.
And there's lots of reasons why.

Here's one.

There are many amazingly wonderful, unique, quirky, kooky, fantastic people that I have met through riding. And there is no way in the world, that without cycling, I would have ever met those people. Our lives, outside of cycling, are otherwise so different. Were it not for our love of pedaling on two wheels, our paths would have never crossed.

And so, my world of friends, is richer in texture, because I ride a bike.

~

Last night, I got to see my longtime riding bud, Kenny, play a short gig of his Basement 3 work. I have known Kenny for, oh...how long Kenny? 5 years? (Holy crap really?) And last night was the first time I have seen him, not as Kenny my crazy singlespeeding pal who makes me do silly things, but as Kenny the musician. The fiercely talented, complex, lyrical musician. What a treat.

I love meeting people on bikes. And for a time, knowing them simply as the person I ride bikes with. Like kids, playing, no need for formal introductions, just ride. And then, learning about who they are and what they do and what they think and what they dream.

And then to go back and ride bikes some more.

Good Stuff

Quit reading my trite and lame bs, and go here for a special holiday poem from MN bellas. Be sure to clicky click on all the links and you might catch a few hot guys in theres somewheres.

Thank you Sarah. Made my night finding that.

Snotrockets

Today's ride was all about conversation with a wise best friend. So, there's only one picture.

And where in the world does all that mucus come from?

Friendship is a freshly baked lemon meringue pie.

Tickle party is a funny phrase.

Where's my dog?

I still haven't gotten caught up on my chores. All this time off, is really not a lot of time.

Ride time 3.5 hours

You guys are in TROUBLE

You left me alone in the house
with eggnog!

Do not be surprised if you come home
and find me fat and drunk on the Migo hair ridden floor

I have a code

Denial only works for so long.

Non Employment Day 1

Today is my first day of sweet nonemployment.

Except I woke up to a messy house, smelly dog, dirty car, empty refrigerator, muddy bicycle, broken cx wheel, flat car tire, busted phone lines, and a few last minute obligations at my former employer.

Whats a girl to do?

Why, go on a bike ride of course.

ride time 2.5 hours

Christmas GIft Idea #4

This, from my second favorite poet

If you have ever ridden with us, please don't judge his music by our rendition of the "meow mix" song. Or that Banana boat song either.

Without me as a musical jester, he is the real deal.

And so is Fuzzyland.

This review says it better than I ever could. I only know that I like it and close my eyes when I sing "Fall".

You can check out Kenny this Wednesday, December 21st at the Blank Club in San Jose---a 'rockstars and bitches' presentation. the Blank Club is at 44 Almaden blvd. This time its just a short 1/2 hour set from 9:15-9:45, other musical acts include: kobalt, johnny smith, and vinny johnson. I'll post a Jan schedule as soon as I get it.

Come ride Kenny. Even if its raining.

made of sugar? or tough as cookies?

I am made of sugar, brown sugar. I used to be tough as a cookie. I am assuming tough cookies don't crumble, like our many bellas that have proven themselves soo admiringly tough. But not me, with every year that passes in my life I find I have less to prove to anyone, now I proudly admit I am made of sugar. So ladies and gents that means I will lounge all day, inside and watch the rain drip on my terrace. It was only a few years ago that I would brave the elements rather than let go of a workout and risk lowering my mileage count for the week. I remember ridiculing friends that preferred hot chocolate to the freezing sensations of training outdoors. "It's not raining" I would say to them, "Its just liquid sunshine, are you made of sugar?" Well apparently I have consumed so much sugar in my life I am now made of it. Beware... you do become what you eat.

Pardon this Interruption

Currently experiencing life at its finest. Your regular programming will resume as soon as I return to earth.

In the meantime, you can wander over to Sweet Cheek's blog. She's got some pictures of last night's Ho-Down.

Ciao~

Donuts and Cheese

Thats pretty much what my diet has consisted of today. Oh and a chunk of broccoli that I bathed in some kind of ranchy sauce.

Damn festivities.

Giddy Gawdamn Up

For some crazy reason, about 50 of us are headed to the Saddle Rack tonight to celebrate Valerie's birthday, and as a sort of hurrah for everyone that worked on the Surf City series.

Now, the Saddle Rack is a C&W joint. I've never been there, but I'm picturing hay on the floor, Coors Light on tap, and one of those spinny psuedo-sexual bull ride things in the corner. I've got nothing against beaver fur hats and snakeskin boots (well, wait, maybe I do), but a place like the Saddle Rack, is usually not my scene of choice.

Now, invite 50 of my favorite people in the whole world, and all of a sudden, there is no place I'd rather be. (okay, there is this one place, but well...never mind)

So, last night, while drinking too much wine with my roomates, I brought up how scared I was of this "line dancing" thing. Line dancing. Everyone dancing the same thing. At the same time. In lines. Creepy.

But my roommates start busting out with all these line dancing names (Apparently there are a bunch of different kinds of these line dances). I just looked at them both, bewildered. I thought I knew these women. Seems as if I didn't. Dawn has this whole Texas past going on. And Jeni. My dear little Stumpjumpin, doubles hopin, face plantin, Jeni was a ...get this... RODEO QUEEN.

Ro-Day-O Queen.
Jeni.
Well, I'll be.

"We expect lady-like behavior and appropriate behavior from the moment you are crowned until you give up your title"

Ha! Yeah. Right.

Tonight is going to be a hoot. Can't wait.

Uh...what?

Good thing I don't believe dreams really mean anything. I just had one of those weird morning dreams that you remember everything about. And lots of kooky dream stuff happened in this dream. You know where one situation all of a sudden morphs into another all random-like. But anyway, in part of it Bob Roll was half naked and totally hitting on me.

Bob Roll? I mean, he wasn't even on the list.

Dawn Blurts

Sometimes Dawn blurts out the funniest shit.

Tonight it was:

I wonder if Jesus was good in bed?
~
How is this supposed to help us with the Cotton Eyed Joe?
~
I always thought Scott would make a good drag queen.
~
I'm such a grumpilupigous lately
~
Sometimes my uterus just hurts. Um...please don't write that one.
~

Email of the Week #3

I know, lots of emails of the week. So be it.

This one is from a certain race promotor about a certain truck and it just cracks me up

From: World's Best race promotor
To: "Sabine Dukes"
Subject: Re: certain old decrepit but spunky truck
Date: Thu, 15 Dec 2005 13:20:01 -0800

By the way, have them drive up Niles Canyon (Hwy 84) rather than over Sunol Grade (680). This avoids a steep slow hill and the CHP checkpoint (You'll also need to avoid the checkpoint on 880 just north of Mission Blvd (the exit to 680 in south Fremont). With this old a truck, there is always something they can find to complain about. If you need a detailed hill and CHP -free route, I can provide it..to just about anywhere in the state.

My Surreal Life

Mahogany is almost extinct in Belize (and in many other places) because the british valued the wood for ship lumber.

Or so claimed the chiropractor as he was cutting my hair today.

He also said that tonight's full moon will be the most northernly of the year and so is worth a viewing.

Sixteen Step Program

I finally had time to click on this
and on this

Now, I like to dance. A lot.

but this scares me.

Short Timer

I am sitting here at work with my foot propped up on the desk and the chair leaned waaaaay back.

If this friggen leg weren't squirming so much, I'd actually feel pretty cool right now.

Gimpy

gawdamn leg kept me up most of the night again. Still haven't figured out what the trigger for that is. Feels like insects crawling around in there. I ease the pain by imagining that the insects are building a bunch of new tunnels and bypasses to replace the ones that are kaput. But still, the deep ache steals precious sleep.

Docs don't know or even seem to care either. In their eyes, I didn't die and I can walk so I am fine. My personal standards for health though, are a little higher. I figure its the same for most of us cyclists, or others who take joy in moving their bodies. Our medicine is real good at the acute. Real good at making sure you don't die. But not so good at dealing with you when you don't. All they can give me for this is a name and another appointment in 6 months. (Oh, and some awful ugly hosiery that is soooo not bella approved)

In the meantime, I perform my own experiments with food, water, exercise, routines. And take solace in that at least I can breath and move and ride my bike like a silly fool. Even if its a tired silly fool.

Lunchy Goodness

These are my last few days of doing the lunch rides I've been doing for the past 6 years. So I am being the sentimental fool I am, and doing all my favorite loopies.

Pulled the cross bike out of the back of the toaster this afternoon and the poor dear groaned. Oh, he's had a tough little season. And its showing. Can't blame him though, as I put that little yellow bike through hell. That is, if you consider too many shits and giggles rides at Demo, Skeggs and UCSC, hell.

Within a few pedal strokes I realized why he was groaning. Seems as if the freewheel or whatever that gadget is that spins on the rear wheel, is busted. Nothing free about it. Chain just goes all slack when coasting. Ah well, no better way to plunge into base miles than to do it forced to not coast the whole time.

I decided to ride out to Manresa Beach. Sunshine and surfers were a nice change from antartica or whatever godforsaken place they just held that cross race. Besides, there are no beaches in Morgan Hill.

Beaches are good to stare at when you have a problem. They are also good to stare at when things are just perfect. Today, for me, it was the latter. And it was nice to just spend a few moments staring off into the Pacific, and indulging.

Then I rode back to work. And so, thats it. I wish there was more to this little posting. Some point or moral or something. But there's not. I just got to ride my bike, to the beach, and think about how damn lucky I am.

Simple as that.

Need more cylinders

My babbling energy went over here today.

Email of the Week #2

Just got this from one of my favorite riding buds. She was trying to guess who my date for the line dancing (don't ask) shindig will be. Her list is hilarious and needs to be shared with the world:

From: Riding bud
To: Sabine Dukes
Subject: RE: dirt this weekend?

my guesses on who your date is:

jed (assuming suzy will lend him out for a night)
mike gin (ditto on wife lending)
olaf vanderhoot
simon vickers (um, is he mel's man?)
alex burgess (does he even live in california?)
some rock lobster dude (other than simon)
brad pitt
brian vernor (oh my gawd, if it's brian you HAVE TO SHARE with me)
willie buillion
one of monica's sons
some french dude (arranged by valerie)
frank walden (before you become co-workers and dating would not be cool)
Tim johnson (oh wait a sec, that's my fantasy)
todd wells, or maybe troy (so you & mary can re-live the sandwich thing)

well, i'm clearly not sure...but i'd bet a lot of money he owns a cross bike. if it's brian vernor or tim johnson, then dammit, that is just so not right.

Email of the Week

This one, from someone WE should be thanking so opulently, just made my day:

From: Howard
To: sabinedukes@hotmail.com
Subject: A Big Thank you

Hey Sabine,
Thanks a whole bunch for taking out the team and groupies including me to 3 Steeple St in Providence Sunday night. What a great group of folks you have and more to the point.... a riotus bunch whose crazy energy lights up the universe with an oh so spectacular light show of hilarity.

Please come back and light up our town again!

Howie
Velo Bella groupie in Riverside

Lazy

I know I promised pics. But I just realized that they are in the laptop, that is in the suitcase, that is still in my car, which is not right here, in my bedroom.

I soooooo do not feel like getting up right now and dealing with all that.

Character Flaws

Yes. I have them. Hell, I am probably riddled with them. I actually like some of them and will be trying to hang on to them. And some, I might take baby steps towards improving. In the meantime, life remains sweet.

Okay...that feels better.

Thank you Miss Mary for making me laugh out loud so much this weekend. That medicine will last me all week for sure.

Too many stories and a plane to catch. I will make up for all the lame posts this weekend with some crazeee party pics. Trust me, you'll want to stay tuned for those...

Fuel for my fire

Patti, one of our new VB Tennessee bellas writes:

Betty,
I am a 51 year old racer in Tennessee.
You are an encouragement to me.
I thought it was over for me.
Thanks for showing me it is not.

thecubanrevolution.com

I know, I know, this isn't a cuban song. But Nino sang it so sweetly.

De la Sierra Morena,
Cielito lindo,
vienen bajando
Un par de ojitos negros,
Cielito lindo,
de contrabando

Ay, ay, ay, ay,
Canta y no llores,
Porque cantando se alegran,
Cielito lindo,
los corazones
Pajaro que abandona,
Cielito lindo,
su primer nido,
Si lo encuentra ocupado,
Cielito lindo,
bien merecido


Ese lunar que tienes,
Cielito lindo,
junto a la boca,
No se lo des a nadie,
Cielito lindo que a mi me toca

Si tu boquita,
morena,
Fuera de azucar,
fuera de azucar,
Yo me lo pasar’a,
Cielito lindo,
chupa que chupa.

De tu casa a la m’a,
Cielito lindo,
no hay mas que un paso,
Ahora que estamos solos,
Cielito lindo,
dame un abrazo.

Cyclocross is ridiculous

Gawd I love this sport

Cheesecake Factory

When we have more time, we'll change the lyrics. But we gotta go cheer.

Santa baby,
slip a sable under the tree, for me
I've been an awful good girl
Santa baby,
and hurry down the chimney tonight

Santa baby,
an out-of-space convertible too,
light blue
I'll wait up for you dear

Santa baby,
and hurry down the chimney tonight

Think of all the fun I've missed
Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed
Next year I could be oh so good
If you'd check off my Christmas list
Boo doo bee doo

Santa honey,
I wanna yacht and really that's
Not a lot
I've been an angel all year
Santa baby,
and hurry down the chimney tonight

Santa cutie,
there's one thing I really do need, the deed
To a platinum mine
Santa cutie,
and hurry down the chimney tonight

Santa baby,
I'm filling my stocking with a duplex, and checks
Sign your 'X' on the line
Santa baby,
and hurry down the chimney tonight

Come and trim my Christmas tree
With some decorations bought at Tiffany's
I really do believe in you
Let's see if you believe in me
Boo doo bee doo

Santa baby,
forgot to mention one little thing, a ring
I don't mean a phone
Santa baby,
and hurry down the chimney tonight
Hurry down the chimney tonight
Hurry down the chimney tonight

Christmas Gift Idea #3

The Drunkingham just sent me an email with "Sock Monkey" in the subject line.

So, I got all jazzed by the frivolity of the title, and promptly opened it up to read it (because I am so busy here at work).

While the email was entertaining, cuz, Steve is nothing if not entertaining, there was nothing in the email that had anything to do with sock monkeys. I even read between the lines just in case. Nope, no monkeys. No socks. And certainly no sock monkeys.

But, that did inspire me to add to that now growing holiday shopping list.

Paula Pound Sock Monkey Prints

I am sooo not an art collector. But thats why I like Paula's stuff. It takes nothing seriously and does it so charmingly. And cheaply. Maybe thats why I have a collection. That is, if two counts as a collection. So clicky clicky and shop. On your lunch break , of course.

I'll always have a place at the Dairy Queen

Sometimes, its a wonder, that my company does not just up and fire me.

I have done nothing productive all morning. Well, not unless you count this silly entry and a quick email flurry on our new jersey (which is really cool by the way). But I hardly think Granite cares about that.

I can't even write a decent post. I am going to have to cheat again and steal something from someone else.

So, there you go Jed. It can get lamer.

The Way Ben Rolls

Ben wrote this in response to some flubhub on the local cyclocross list about warming up and getting in the way of racers. The bonus is, it goes beyond explaining what should be common courtesy...

Consider this your homework assignment for today:

here's what i think the proper protocol for warming up is. it involves riding on the course, while others are racing, and i think anyone can benefit.

i wait until there's a big gap (40+ sec) that i can slot into, and then ride at the pace i think the racers on the course are going ...that is to say, slower then i want to race at. i'm riding the course to read it, not to hot dog or rip corners. so what if you can follow the line set down with your tires at the edge of traction? the faster line, i guarantee, is OFF that line. read the course, find, inspect, confirm and discard routes through tricky sections, and you will come up with your own line that suits your riding style and ability.

if you come upon a racer, regardless of who catches who, get out of their way. the only time i'll pass a racer is if i can do it clean on a wide section with many lines. never come close to a racer in any technical section. i've seen you herds of men on the same team riding the course together, crowding some woman and acting impatient, well to you i say get the hell out of her way. i very much want Mary and Lorri to be at the races, telling their friends what a blast they had, and not regretting their time and wishing things could be different.

instead of wishing that racer X would get out of your way, learn from them. they've done several laps, they know the course. see where they go, ride it at their pace. you'll probably be going that "slow" by your last lap, but you'll feel fast and sleek cuz you put in a blistering warmup ride right? riiight...

when i go hard during warmup, the only reason is to test traction. that's it. my legs are going to get warm by tooling around the course, dressing right for the conditions and then riding a little on the road and doing a few openers then, if necessary. you are on course to learn how to ride it, maybe test tire pressure, but not to do your efforts. you are calculating in your head "ride here, get off here, start cornering here, brake here" and then a little of "try this line, can i ride this?" if you're reading this group, you're an experienced CX racer. you know how to ride a bike, you know how to cyclocross, it's not foreign. trust your ingrained knowledge, and think about what you are going to be doing in the race. 'cross is about technique and skill and power, in that order. (ed note: read that line again)

if you're not thinking about what you're doing out there, and just following others around, there is no way you will win a race or even encounter the unique moment where you say to yourself "i'm in position to win this race, how am i going to go about doing it?"so instead of blowing doors on your warmup, and racing by every lower category racer on course, step back and think about what you'll do today. watch several racers and pick a few good ones to watch; i always try and see what line Anne F. is taking, cuz damn that girl's fast through the corners.

above all, treat other racers with respect, they deserve it.

Comment Spankings

Beware of what you comment, for I have magic Babble powers.

I have photographic fodder on everyone by the way, so no one is safe from my immature wrath.

Of course, none are as funny as this one and I relish every juvenile opportunity to post it again and again and again.

Christmas Gift Idea #2

Steve's Sticker Sale

The wide assortment assures something for everyone on your list.

Recyclers Anonymous

Oh my. I just finished off the last of a bottle of wine. And I put the bottle up in the recycling area. There are like 14 bottles already there. And recycling gets picked up once a week.

My roomates are such lushes.

Christmas Gift Idea #1

Do not spend another Christmas roaming those dreadful malls and buying yet another wallet, silly scarf, and stanky perfume. I got your Christmas list right here. Done did all the work for you.

Idea #1 is the Pure, Sweet, Hell video.
This video is all raw and luscious. Just like cross.

The grainy footage of Justin motorpacing along the foggy windy coast is pure poetry for the eyes. Flipping amazing soundtrack kicks it over the edge.

Have a moment? Read or re-read Ella's great article that appeared in last year's Weekly.

Blue Balls for Christmas

This year I am getting my hon bun blue balls for Christmas. He wasn't happy to hear that neither. What I meant was I wanted a white Christmas tree with blue ornaments. Kinda like a Velobella Christmas tree...with blue disco balls and pretty boas as garland. I know its not tradish, but when has that stopped me? Yep, thats what I want, blue balls for Christmas and a roomful of bellas to enjoy them.

I am not a booger I am a blogger

So today I did it, I went to the cyclists' equivalent of a catholic visiting another church. I went running instead of cycling on a beautiful Sunday morning. I was having a glorious day. The legs felt good especially since I was down for the count with a cold or flu this week. You would of thought I caught leprosy because with my crew no one wanted any part of my germs for company. I don't blame them. So there I was running alone when I run into Sue and her Earthy boy crew out developing winter strength on single speeds. Lucky for me one of the sprouts got a flat so we got to chat a bit. It was funny, they didn't event recognize me until I yelled at them. Now I am more identifiable as a cyclist. Long ago, before these trails were even considered as good mountainbiking terrain, I would run every inch of them. I could zig zag zip zap without coming across any soul for hours. If I did run across anyone it would be a hiker or a fellow runner, rarely cyclists. Not today, times have changed Ft. Ord is now mountain biking grand central. I counted at least 30 cyclists. It was good to see familiar faces. By the way I saw the Hillibillies and they must be inbreeding because their group looked like a good twenty something billies. If they keep at it their ears are not gonna fit their helmets. So I guess you can run or bike but you can't hide from this booger, I mean blogger.

Quote of the Day

So I asked Lillybella why I hadn't heard from her lately and she explained:

"I've been home sick. So lately, its been more about boogers than bloggers."

From the Cumberland

Just when you think a perfect day, can't get any better, you come home and get an email like this from Molly in Tennessee:

"It is really amazing -- I feel like I'm realizing more each day how much we NEED something like the Bellas in our area! I could list many examples, but I will just give one: Maria (an amazing rider who was turned off racing a few years ago by some overly serious guy racers) just told me today she'd not only join us -- but she would even do a few races! I have known this woman for 2 years now and NEVER heard her even consider a race! I can not explain how incredible this is. Really."

You don't have to Molly. Just go out and race.

Look for Molly and the new Tennessee chapter of the bellas on the blog soon.

Look for me to be back racing (and having another perfect day) tomorrow.

Lunchtime Wanderings

Huh? Whats this?
I have no idea, but I like it.
All beef and horns.
Come to momma.

Geez, I need to go ride.

Weekly Weigh In

Woohoo. I am 2/3s of the way to fighting weight.

Can't believe I am doing this again.

I blame this team, and all the excitement over next year, for my new found resolve. Damn all of you. Especially damn you when it comes time for puking intervals. Feh.

After a year of looking over my shoulder for the boogie man still trapped in my vein, I have decided that its do or die. The little feller in my popliteal seems to have taken up permanent residency, so might as well welcome him with the gush of gasping blood thats sure to surge through while racing. The leg is a little gimpy, but the lungs have recovered. And now, so has the spirit.

ding ding

Team Wrong Blog

I don't know about you, but for me, there is nothing sexier than funny, witty, bike riders.

Now if only they would shave their legs. (except for you Eryn, your legs are sexy)

5" of Spaz

I have just upped my spazzing opportunities. Spun down by a sweet massage and juiced up on wine, I ordered one of these last night.

This is just more opportunity for me to highlight that I could possibly be the clutziest mountain biker out there.

And oh how fun that will be.

(Scheisse...stupid Websense at work won't let me link the link I wanna link.)