Busy, busy, busy. I know, that’s no excuse — my duty is to bring the snark, 24/7 — but I’ve forgotten where I left it. The ravages of age, don’t you know.

Hell, you’re lucky I’m around at all. I had planned a cycling trip to California — I was gonna hit the road tomorrow, drive to Ely, Nevada, spend the night, then make the final push into Santa Rosa for a week of pedaling around the wine (and beer) country with a couple of old newsie buds.

But midweek I was still feeling the effects of leaving my DNA on the Palmer Park trails, my chiropractor was threatening to tear me down for parts, and there was work to be done over at VeloNews.com.

So I bailed on the trip and instead of spinning leisurely from winery to brewpub and back again, I’m working on my monitor tan as VN.com covers the Vuelta a España, this doping revelation and that one, the USA Cycling Pro Championships in South Carolina, the Tour of Britain, the impending domestic cyclo-cross season … and don’t forget Interbike. I know you’d like to, as I have, but don’t.

In fact, dash right out and buy something from a bike shop right this minute. You owe me that much.