‘Tis a fine soft day, as my bog-trotting ancestors said, before they wised up and hopped a boat for Americay. The calendar read August 30, but when I slipped out for a quick ride between bouts of journalism it wasn’t sunscreen I was wearing, but a long-sleeved jersey and undershirt, bibs, knee warmers and long-fingered gloves. I even had a rain jacket stuffed in one pocket, and I needed it, too.
But I’ll tell you this: An hour of soggy cycling beat the mortal shit out of slouching in the office chair, watching the VeloNews.com server farm stumble along, slower than a drunk Repuglican congressman reading health-care legislation. I could get the day’s cycling news out faster with an arthritic carrier pigeon.
• Late update: Someone finally broke out the Bravo Foxtrot Hotel and gave the VN server hamster a good swat upside his pointy little head, waking his dumb ass up just in time for the finale of the U.S. pro road race in Greenville, S.C. Chapeau to George Hincapie for his third stars and stripes jersey. Now if that goddamn limp-winged pigeon will just flutter back here with a race report and some pix, I can post the sonsabitches and get about the serious business of drinking a little Spanish red and eating posole.
Mad Blog Media 
Easy there big fella, journo gigs aren’t that profuse these days. You are one of my reliable sources of snark!
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Never fear. After 20 years they don’t even hear my tirades up there in the People’s Republic. Plus nobody else is willing to work Sundays. They all have lives ‘n’ stuff.