Random Thursdayness

holy moley where did the week go?

So, the Vuelta has started. Does anyone care? I would care if they would go up AngryLou again. So far though, I don't care. I just checked results, and I don't even know who the guys is that is leading it.

I think Flandria went to the Vuelta so I checked her blog for some insight or rah rah...but she crumbled it while she is away. Huh? No fair. Blogging is only good for a couple of things, and one of them is being able to travel vicariously through them.

At least I can go visit the Aussie Kewpie Dolls.

We have a roach coach that visits our office parking lot every morning and afternoon. It "honks" its squacky music horn right by my window. The morning horn is Reveille and the afternoon is the Theme from the Godfather. The Godfather one always cracks me up because its such a serious song to be tooting for tacos. The biggest indignity a song could face is to be a roach coach horn song.

Pavarotti died today (or yesterday). That makes me sad. I grew up listening to opera, but don't much listen to it now. Still, it can move me to tears, and Pavarotti was one of those who could. Opera is seldom made into a roach coach horn song.

I got a nasty case of Track Hack last Saturday. Yep, during the Saturday beginner session. It was the Aussie Pursuit. I usually get passed pretty quickly in this event, but this time I was one of the last three. Let me tell you, it sucks to be one of the last three because by that time, nothing is going to happen quickly and suffering is guaranteed. Even if it is the Saturday beginner session. Thank god Maurice finally caught me. Poor Natasha though was left to suffer for 4 more laps. Anyhoo, I got that copper taste in my mouth and about 5 minutes later was caughing and aspirating and generally spazzing out.

Track hack is not pretty.

So I am a little worried about doing Larry's points race sufferama tonight. The air here smells like burning trees and its thick with smoke from the Lick fire. Poor Coe, talk about a re ote and difficult place to fight a fire. Seems some fella at a place called "Booze Lake" started a trash can fire. 20,000 acres later....

Oh, its track time already. Gotta run.