I’m finally home now. I did end up sitting on the runway in Newark for an hour yesteray evening. Nobody got smashed though. I do however think Newark is the Earth’s ass. Along with Gila Bend, Arizona.

I was getting caught up on the old cyclingnews.com this morning and was reading about the latest drug trial in the cycling world. Called the “Cahors Affair”, this one circulates around the use of the infamous Pot Belge, a mixture of cocaine, caffeine, pain killers and sometimes amphetamine and heroine. Something I don’t think even Dave Chappelles’s Tyrone Biggums would dare touch.

Here’s what cyclingnews had to say:

During the first day of hearings in the “Cahors” trial, Laurent Roux’s younger brother Fabien testified that it was former professional and current French TV consultant Laurent Jalabert who first introduced him to “pot belge”. “I was initiated to using pot belge during a party with Laurent Jalabert in 2001,” the 24 year-old said. “Together with other professionals, I’ve seen him injecting himself in the garage of his house that evening. It was a party organised by his fan club. It’s frequent in the cycling world. These parties take place during the off-season. I came with my brother, who was a professional. The whole team of the cyclist who was hosting participated in these parties - from mechanic to soigneur.”

What the hell kind of party is this? Is there glow sticks, platform shoes, pacifiers and techno music too? Rave it up, eh boys? Man, the parties I get invited too usually involve a 6 pack of Negra Modelo, hamburger patties and some sort of delicious vegetable casseroule.

Note to self………………don’t go to a Laurent Roux party…….or a Laurent Jalabert party…….or any party with French guys present for that fact……..

I think I’ll just stick to my kind of parties for now. In fact, since I don’t need to ride today and in honor of the fact that it’s 7000 degrees outside, I’m going to have a Pool Party. Please call me for directions to my pool (unless your name is Laurent) and for what kind of pot luck dish to bring. There will be no lifeguard on duty, so please leave the kiddies at home. Trunks are mandatory, bring your own raft, and the Pot Belge is strickly forbidden………I’ll smash ya.

Oh, and could somebody please bring some sort of delightful vegetable casseroule or pasta salad? That would be great.

Just come around the gate, I’ll already be in the pool.

Cheers.

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