A break between exhausted fits.

I came across Marshall's Deep Fried part (forgive me. It's 11 months old, so yinzers may have seen it by now) but I have to say, not in all of my years (besides a TFunk clip here and there) have I seen a person ride a skateboard so close to the edge as he;

The one minute mark had me puckered so hard I don't think I'll ever recover.

I'm not afraid to say that there are a lot of things I can't do, but skating switch is probably one of my can'test-ie things for sure.

Maybe one day, because as I have stated elsewhere, in an effort to fully rehab my leg, besides getting back on a bike with considerably more frequency, I went so far get a gym membership.

It's been years since I've a regular relationship with a gym, which by no small coincidence was just about the last time I didn't feel like I'd fallen down the stairs every time I got out of bed. Age comes for us all, though, don't it? I can't do much but stay and stay strong, but as long as I can continue to take a hit, I think I'm doing ok;

Moving on. The current administration and those who support continues to be the very embodiment of a pair of soiled trousers. I'm never not absolutely flabbergasted at the next thing that occurs, is expressed, or wriggles out of the news cycle. I loathe them all, but that's about as obvious a statement as that water is wet. Still, it feels somewhat cathartic make the expression from time to time. 

May they all rot.

Up next I would like to remind folks that its Classics season again, and with that, next months running of the 122nd Hell Of The North;

Will Mathieu van der Poel sweep his third consecutive victory?

Based on how our boy showed up in his cyclocrossings races this year, I'd say that's bloody well likely. He's just unstoppable. 

Then again, there's always the chance that Joe Parkin (HNH) might come out of retirement and give us a cinderella story;