Is it wrong that it’s 7:30 a.m. and I’m already done with my training ride?

Probably.

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This time old Barry Bonds has gone a step too far.

It’s personal now buddy.

No one knocks Bob Costas.

However, Costas held his own, replying, “As anyone can plainly see, I’m 5-6 1/2 and a strapping 150, and unlike some people, I came by all of it naturally,”.

Touché Bob, touché.

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More fantastic news from the cycling community! (That was sarcasm for all you none sarcasm picker-uppers)

Go somewhere else if you’re looking for the news. Not posting that garbage here.

Instead, hang around for the witty banter and cool ocean breeze…

and for an opportunity to get some frustration out on my quick cycling poll.

Talk to you later. I’ve gotta go bury my head in the sand now.

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I’m speechless.

Real nice buddy. Real nice.

I hold my breath in anticipation of his excuse. It’s always the best part.

In the mean time, I’m taking up golf or maybe darts, who knows.

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Is there anyone out there watching the Tour who’s noticing something a bit funny?

Like the fact that Paul Sherwen is suddenly saying “mate” all the time as he commentates the Tour?

Non-Aussie’s always sound a bit funny when they say the word “mate”.

Example: “And there goes Contador again attacking Rasmussen. With these attacks Contador is saying, “Mate, I’m not giving it to you that easy”.

Just an observation… Listen for it and you’ll see what I mean.

Bye bye.

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Well folks, I took a trip down the old Tour de Gastown slip-and-slide last Wednesday.

Yes, as out right predicted in my last post, the Tour de Gastown criterium turned into one large slip-and-slide courtesy of decent amounts of rain combined with over 100 riders and topped off with large stretches of brick and cobblestones. Even a blind man could have seen it coming.

To make matters even sweeter (I’m being sarcastic), I decided to give it a go for a trip down the ‘ol slip-and-slide. Every time through the last corner I felt my rear wheel slip. I was running plenty low air pressure, but on wet and off camber bricks, well… it just doesn’t matter. So, lap after lap, I felt the two wheel power slide going down through the last corner. Sometimes it was a brief gentle slide and sometimes I broke free a bit more.

But… then there was this one lap where I feel like a big sack of wet shit.

And slid… and slid… and then managed to rotate around while sliding so that I could see some dude and my teammate Evan Elken riding straight towards me… and then slid some more before stopping.

And luckily I didn’t get plowed into although I probably deserved it.

I did however break my seat. Which the neutral support guys in the pit tried to fix and then offered up the idea of zip-tying it back on…

Now… I’m no genius or medicine man or really anything along those lines…

But I felt that zip-tying my saddle back on… in a wet and wild criterium… was probably one of the dumber things I could have done. I could just picture it… a few laps later… as I huffed and puffed around the slippery course… my seat completely ripping off and my seatpost piercing the family heirlooms.

I sit here and cringe at the thought.

So I told the guy, “No, it doesn’t mean that much to me”.

To which he must have thought I was a complete nutter (or wuss).

I then climbed over the barriers and rode a few blocks back to the hotel to take a hot shower.

End of story.

Take care and be safe out there.

Austin

For what it matters… my last true road crash was in August of 2005. GP Stad Geel… 50kmh downhill wet cobblestones. Reset the workplace accident counter folks and put me at 3 days and counting…

Sent from my DingleBerry wireless status symbol handheld.

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