Super Spaniard intercoursed the penguin in a downhill corner today and Zoom-Zoom enjoyed a brief dalliance with the roadside foliage.
Afterward, Zoom-Zoom was critical of the way ol’ Supe’ was leading him down that hill.
“If you ask me, it was dangerous for Alberto to do that,” said Zoom-Zoom.
“That’s cycling,” replied Supe’.
I’m going to have to rule for Super Spaniard here. Zoom-Zoom wasn’t looking any too skilled in the corners his own bad self, and in any case wheelsuckers don’t get to talk shit. Not even one who’s wearing the yellow jersey.
So, pipe down already. Don’t make me stop this blog and come back there.
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That’s the nice thing about cycling: if you don’t like my driving, don’t follow me.
Looks like that yellow shirt is going to Froomey’s head already. First the (alleged) doping, now the not so alleged attitude. Dude really is the reincarnation of TCWSNBN.
Agree. No one needs to suck wheel if they are not comfortable with the idea.
“If they’re not attacking me on the climbs then they’re attacking me on the descents,” he said – as if it were a shock that his rivals may try a new tactic when all others were failing.
http://uk.eurosport.yahoo.com/blogs/blazin-saddles/echoes-armstrong-froome-avoids-contador-catastrophe-214639750.html
Maybe the lamest bit of whining I’ve ever heard.
Zoom Zoom is exhibiting a bit of an entitlement mentality, it would seem.
I’m with you POG! Hoping perhaps this Skeleton might crack tomorrow, perhaps on the “dangerous” descent from the Alpe?
Bring me a descender like Il Falco coming down Colle delle Finestre in 2005. No, wait, he’s probably a doper. Rode with Armstrong in the doping era. Just like Contador, and he got a positive. Nuff said. Guilty, and don’t whine about a trial.
We need to hook up all the riders to on-bike satellite linked telemetry for a constant feed of power data, brain waves, blood glucose and hemacrit levels, temperature, urine concentration, shit consistency, gut gas pressure, snot viscosity, sphincter pucker factor, blood alcohol level, and woody firmness for direct feeds to a panel of international physicians, WADA officials, and Lemond so they may anoint the pure of mind and body and have snipers take out the rest along the route. First man in without a bullet hole gets the stuffed cat.
What will it take before we are satisfied?
What will it take?? Maybe a decade more of denials that run the gamut from angry petulance to crybaby snivelling (Reechard, yes I’m looking in your direction) from guys who actually don’t wind up guilty as charged.
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