i dunno … not sure if I’m ready to get back into the daily publishing game. But, might as well start dinking around with this wordpress-y interface.
Let’s throw in some Daily Randoms!
yup, it’s Page vs TREBON in all the velopress as to who will be the top American at the italian crosschampsdelmundo. I dunno … having Cyclocross World’s in Italy just seems a little weird. I mean .. Italian is San Remo and topless heroine-chic.
Belgium cobbles are what Cross Worlds is all about. Thick beers, pungent cigaroons and mayonized freetes are what we want smeared on our rain slickers … not limoncello and hair gel.
Anyway ~ so, it’s a bit of west coast/east coast rivalry with Mass-ish’ Page and OReGoneTreBON eye’ing each other from across a continent … willing the other to break stare as they twitter away at why they didn’t get this result or that amount of support from a euro-boss who just doesn’t understand!!!
Me? I’m not all that interested.
This is the guy. He’s funny, charming, hot as shit on a bike, and a true professional under the spandex.
give it up to the man. I’m glad he earned those stripes again.
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what the %$@! was I thinking?
PROMAN had the Rob Evans-sponsored World Cup Fundraiser for our local professional track playas.
The last storms still had power KO’d at the park, and Rob took the big pull and went down HomeDepot-way to steal a generator of power for djSnead to thump all nite on.
The tunes were wicked good, of course, even if Josh let slip a few muthafuckas through the pg-13 filtah.
BennyJM is obviously working in on his TourDayCalifornia-form. It was just horrible to be anywhere near his calves on the track. They have generate an incredible amount of turbulence when he pedals that stupid bike of his.
Still, BJM showing huge manliness is not any big surprise … but, i reckon we’re just fine in being continually surprised by Shelley Olds’ power in a pocket. It’s just ridiculous that a wee-creature like that should be able to ride bicycles that fast and gruntily. I mean, she came around me one time about 70 laps into the race … and it about popped my springs off.
she’s like some damn magical beast from a Tolkein novel. i keep expecting to be felled like an antelope during a breakaway attempt out there. i have this image of Olds materializing a bow out of one of her pigtails and thunk’ing me and a couple other guys down to the ground faster than we can utter “dionysus.”
The racing on the track is going to be HUGE this year. Of course Andy Mendonca took off on an opening whistle flyer … it’s in his genetic make-up. I’m just so disappointed he’s riding in that ugly-ass Lombardi’s kit. I mean, they’re a strong enough group of racers … but come’on, do we have to see those almost-black, not-quite brown and orange/white kits all over the place?
Lombardi’s is like what UPS delivery uniforms would look like if they were gay.
But, the racing really was hot.
mmm … ok, that feels a little bit better. maybe i’ll try another post later.
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