Now that the log that was Monday has been successfully pushed into the abyss and is happily on its way to sea, let us get on to other matters at hand.
Being a simi-profhessianal douchebag bike blogger (same dif), I spend an inordinate amount of time living my life (as opposed to other’s lives- the playboy billionaire being my personal favorite). Aside from life living, I do a whole lot of raking of the internet garden to pull out various little goodies to insert into future posts should I find an appropriate place for them to live.
Well, as it happens, I’ve compiled an array of reasonably good stuff, or if you will, broken toys, with no place to call home. With all of these proverbial orphans on my desktop, my computer looks like a cartoon closet, every time the door of which opens, all manner of clown shoe and bowling pin comes cascading out, knocking me on the head.
In an effort to engage in some cleaning, I’ve opted to make today’s post primarily one of dumpage, starting with the first one and ending with the last.
Kicking things off, I’ll start with a off color joke I heard recently;
Then I came to find a couple cyclocrosscycling hero shots, much like this one taken by the esteemed Kent Baumgardt;
First we have number one, taken by Lyne Lamoureux;
And then we have number two taken by someone I’m sure, because we’re looking at it. Sadly I can’t give credit, but if the photographer or a friend of the photographer, or a friend of a friend of the photographer is reading these words, make the contact, and I’ll fix things up in a jiffy;
Though this one’s not of some poor sap burying his head in shame, the following from Marty of Gheto Cx could be considered the calm before the storm;
No glue, know problems.
Some days you ride the bike, and some days the bike rides you.
At least the goof ball in the hi-viz hat knew what was up and offered a polite golf clap.
Then, I came across this photo shot by Aaron Zwaal, who with this one single image has secured himself in my heart as my most favorite non-dead photographer;
And hey, how about this photo of Jan, who regardless of his past as a doper or whatever, will always stand as one of my favorites;
Personally, I don’t care if folks cheat in the bike racing game. Certainly if I were to whole heartedly subscribe to that notion, I’d have to discount Coppi, Tchmill, Abdoujaparov and so forth, which I refuse to do, because they were awesome.
Drugged or not.
The next bit was sent from Col and Steve- a couple of kindly blokes from across the pond, and it’s a story about a hirsute gentleman named Ed, who I’m reasonably sure is physically incapable of giving a shit about artisanal axes;
I’m inclined to believe that Ed would happily offer up a high five in acknowledgment of the day, if there were anything left of him than a head.