Last weekend's crit in Muskego Park provided a harsh lesson on removing valuable items from your bike when transporting on the car. Nine's bike and mine did a little jostling and bumping, and my PowerTap computer must have bailed out somewhere along the way (thanks to DP for getting me back in business). That put me in a distinctly foul mood for the race, which was largely uneventful. The usually persistent attacks from the Schwinn Homegrown boys didn't stick and it came down to a bunch sprint that spanned the entire road. I felt explosive but couldn't wind it up due to the should-to-shoulder traffic jam. My bad for not getting ahead of it soon enough, I guess.
You know what sums up all that's great about bicycles in the real world? Riding slow with your friends, eating good food, drinking beer. If you can't be bothered to actually slow down and enjoy riding a bike, you're not getting it.
Where did the spring classics go? We're into Grand Tour season now, the Giro is underway. The Landis hearings are also ramping up. Check out the powerpoint presentation of the Landis camp's opening statements. Whether or not pro cycling is riddled with doping, as it certainly is, the current anti-doping organizations are fucking incompetent. I don't know for sure if he doped but I really don't care right now. Stage 17 was brilliant, and betting on Landis funded this.
Practice crit tonight. If I publicly commit to being more aggressive tonight, will I feel compelled to execute? We'll see.
Some new caps droppin' on the Cognition front, and a myspace profile that's actually proving to be a valid use of that otherwise barren wasteheap of internet resources. I've got more swag to pump out, several big things on the horizon.
One man's "creepy head" is another man's sexy lady.
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