
… and see who salutes. We did.

“Elon Musk shows Neuralink brain implant working in a pig.”
No, not that pig. More’s the pity.

Any bets as to whether they make it to Paris?
In case you can’t read The New York Times story, enjoy this howler from Le Tour general director Christian Prudhomme, discussing whether a squad with a shot at the yellow jersey might try to circumvent the race’s plague protocols should The Bug® join the team late in the game.
Prudhomme dismissed such concerns, arguing that it was “everyone’s responsibility” to respect the protocols. “I don’t see how people wouldn’t respect the rules,” he said.
Ho, ho, etc. Laugh, I thought I’d die. I was born at night, Christian old scout, but it wasn’t last night.

I was out dicking around on the bike this morning when I thought I’d ride the recently resurfaced Tramway Boulevard, just for the hell of it.*

There are other ways to get north and/or south on this side of town, and I normally use them.
But when a reader wrote to the Albuquerque Journal‘s “Road Warrior” column to praise the work that had been done on this death march of a high-speed, multilane, median-divided thoroughfare, well, shit, I figured I owed it to journalism to give it a look-see.
So I rode Tramway north from El Rancho Pendejo to just past the climb to Juan Tabo Picnic Grounds, then turned around and scoped out the southbound leg down to Cloudview before reversing course yet again for the trek back to the rancheroo.
And I’m with the Journal‘s happy reader. Well done, fellas. The new blacktop really makes the broken glass stand out.
* “Just for the hell of it.” In case you’ve never ridden Tramway, that’s a joke, son!