when you’re injured, you run along in 2 day spurts. you know what you’ll likely feel within the coming 2 days, and you’ll have started to forget how awful it was 2 days ago.
i’ve been injured. first time i met my safeway mate was when i had gone flying over some kid who tore most his knee open, aided by PatricktheBriggs in veloBob’s medi-van. my connective tissue from the spinal column to the ribs had seen some shredder and it took me days and days of living injured. you get used to it, i suppose. what a hassle.
Anyway, there is much to look over for the laughing-ass-off inclined. One for the gaffaws, one for the road.
1. FatCyclist – this is the cat we shouted out ‘hellyeah’ to at the track awhile back. so good. so, so good.
2. cyclingnews’ dictionary of bicyclery.
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Cal Giant’s mafioso had a car that needed returned. 48 hours from pitt to home. silly really, i could have easily taken that under 40 if i hadn’t had dinner with the PA Lightning racers and staff. It was Mike Doupey the coordinator and man about town. Reid Beloni, team mechanic, caravan driver, fixer. Dude was ice. Val Highsmith – message therapist. total pro. And riders Ben Showman, Mike Chauner, Eric Chrobet, Taylor Brown, Chris Ruhl, Jeff Selvitti. good team, they rode their asses off in one hell of a race.
so, did the favor for guido and juiced the berrymobile westcoast.
was mostly doing a lot of this.
sometimes this shit happens.
prolly after too much of this
but things be seen…
and not all places get mentioned on the interwebs
but some interwebs are understanding and starting to get saavy.
watch out folks, the internet is getting saavy.
the value of it…
but me? i just go for the good stuff.
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so yesterday lunch begged for a bike ride. the contortions of the car straight needed sweating out. and the trusty road bike, years of performance, aluminum handlebars that i’d used for years over continents, snapped in two in my hands while hopping traffic furniture.
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