Just like the title says. Twitter is the anti-blog. Or the lazy man's blog, or whatever. Point being, you can tweet your ass off and feel like you've blogged. Not the case. So, I'm trying to go "old school" and push past the 140 character limit. And I mean besides, what else are you going to read Tuesday afternoon when you should really be working?
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Since it's been a while...
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The Bos:
To all the pro roadies (and posers) that could never hope to even sniff at a 1:01kilo, or a sub 10s flying 200m - STFU about Theo Bos. You don't know what you're talking about and that's the end of it. I won't even validate your argument with any sort of response - well except to laugh in your face and walk away.
If you don't know what I'm talking about you can watch this:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=i8K_7bJQaaI
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Boom Boom the crack head?
Boonen. Tommeke can't you at least get caught
in flagrante delicto with some "pros" and the Coke, instead of saying, "I get hammered and loose control" Pussy. Cipo would have, well, Cipo would have never gotten caught.
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Great Giro - Bad Giro:
The coverage on Universal HD's webcast is what I've always wanted for a grand tour. No Phil. No Paul. No Bob. No commercials, just the RAI-TV live feed, and only one talking head to have to drown out. I don't care what the racer's back story is - I'm here to watch the racing thank you very much. Now stop talking so I can think.
Poor Levi. Poor VdV. Lance?
Poor Voeckler. (OK I didn't mean that one) hehehe. >:}
At least Menchov proved he wasn't a pod person by showing some emotion on the last day.
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Collar Bones:
Breaking them sucks. 15 years of racing, and my first collar bone break on Cinco de Mayo. Totally my fault - I can be a dumbass at times I guess.
With no riding for the past 6 weeks, I'm getting fat enough to have my own gravitational field. If I throw the cats just right, I can get them to a stable orbit around me.
Just to add a little more mental torture on the whole IR list thing, my brother kindly setup a family vacation to Tahoe over Memorial Day weekend/week. I was stoked until I broke the collar bone and realized it meant I'd be sitting on my ass, drinking cocktails out of boredom because I can't ride. (The Gondola to the top of Heavenly was painful, so many cool trails to ride) No paddling, no sailing, no rock climbing - and I think gambling at the casinos is about as stupid as asking to get hit in the face with a hammer. I don't like to pay voluntary taxes.
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No District ITT
No District TTT
No Master's States
Since Master's Nats isn't going to be at Indy I was hoping to at least have one event to salvage for the season, when it was rumored to be at ADT. Now it seems it's going to be in COS. Greeeaaattt.....
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Maybe this is the first season I "race" CX?
Christ, that means running at some point....without getting chased by a bear. Where will I find the motivation without the big snarling carnivore?
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SuperDave at Felt has to be a little proud, and a little pissed that every bike manufacturer is following nearly all of the Felt DA design cues, while giving them none of the credit. Figures.
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Mavic and the stupidity that most cyclists have about equipment choices:
"Crabon" performs poorly in compression. That's why you shouldn't use it that way. It might just break your shoulder to teach that lesson, as a Velonews tech editor has recently demonstrated. (props to BSNYC for conveying the general distaste and over use of the material with nothing more than a simple misspelling)
Even without the crabon spokes those wheels are a design travesty. They are slightly less aero than a standard brick and not nearly as attractive, while still weighing about the same as a steel wire spoked wheel. Wow. Where can I spend $2k with less effect? Stoopid Monkey.
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Whew. That's all for now.
J.