A toast to Denis Menchov and Rabobank mechanic Vincent Hendriks, who between them managed to save the big Russian’s maglia rosa after he crashed short of the line in today’s rain-lashed final stage of the centenary Giro d’Italia.
I was casually rooting for LPR’s Danilo Di Luca, based on his balls-to-the-wall attacking style, but nobody can [...]
Old Town Bike Shop’s John Crandall is in the hospital after a high-speed collision with a car during his usual weekend ride to the Cheyenne Mountain Zoo and back. The short list is a broken femur and right wrist (plates and bone-graft surgery for that yesterday), plus a broken left shoulder (surgery for that slated [...]
It finally stopped raining for a couple of days, and Tonatiuh the sun god has delivered us a long-overdue solar stimulus package. The cats couldn’t be happier — especially Turkish, a.k.a. Mighty Whitey the Blue-Eyed Bully of Bibleburg, Big Pussy, the Turkinator, Turkenstein, et al. Indoors is anathema to the big galoot, who on rainy [...]
Judas Priest. The furnace just clicked on. Forty-eight and raining outdoors, 67 and cranky indoors. Are we sure this is late May in Colorado? ‘Cause it looks more like February in Oregon to me.
Oh, well. So it goes. Baldilocks will have something else to complain about before the bears come home. Like your average House [...]
Whew. Long day in the old velo-barrel today. It was an even longer day for the Astana boys, who missed out on a stage win and lost more time to the heavy hitters in the Giro d’Italia. But the longest day of all may be the one spent in uniform, far from friends and family, [...]
Rain. Again. And plenty of it, too. All we need is the Nautilus and a giant squid and we’re good to go.
Big Jonny of DrunkCyclist torments me via Twitter, announcing, “Sea World’s got beer, son!” He then follows up with this photo of himself (well, one hand, anyway), the wife and kidlets in sunny San [...]
My IHBC lasted all of 33 minutes, and pursued by thunder I hit the driveway just as the first raindrop hit my upper lip. That’ll teach me to piss away 20 minutes of fleeting sunshine chatting with the neighbors. If I could’ve kept my fat yap shut, my fat ass might be a tad smaller. [...]
That was Eddie Izzard talking about landing on the moon only to find it was covered in jam, but he could have been talking about Bibleburg. Except Bibleburg is more squishy than sticky, and if there were any jam lying about, the rain of the past few days would’ve washed it away, so no. Sticky? [...]
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