You know, as I was in the middle of my race on Sunday, I took a great deal of comfort in knowing that at that exact same moment, there were people ruining other people’s races all over the country.
Photo by Lindsey.
“I used to jog but the ice cubes kept falling out of my glass.” – David Lee Roth
The instructions are simple.
Open up this first one and watch it with the sound down, while simultaneously opening the second and using it as a sound track.
Of course with the remainder of the soundtrack please feel free to don a sailors cap, surround yourself with scantily clad women and run around the room in circles after them.
And I just keep turning out the hits. The title really has nothing to do with today’s post, but considering the fact that it just came to me, I’ll use it anyway.
Word has come down that the cyclocross illuminati has dug its boney fingers just a little bit deeper into the world that we love so much.
These words were blurted at me from an unnamed California Giant rider last year while rounding a single track corner into a wide open expanse, where if I were shoulder to shoulder with ten other people, there still would have been enough room to comfortably pass.
With that being said, I am of the opinion that bike racers tend to be real douchebags.
I recently was presented the opportunity to attend and report back on this past Saturday’s Levi Leipenheimer Gran Fondo ride through the rolling hills of Santa Rosa, California. Initially I thought it was Levi’s Gran Fondue ride, and I was like, “Hell yeah, I’ll go”, but then when I learned that it would entail far more miles of bike riding than melted cheese and chocolate, I promptly found an easy way out.
Photo credit Charles Phoenix.
I totally know the feeling.
For those of you who are beginning your Friday wondering what sort of fuel fills my tank, (and no, that’s not a metaphor concerning my sexual preference) please allow me to announce from up high that New England Super Natural is the best cereal on the face of the planet;