To continue the theme, as of late. It's just that it's suddenly summer, and there's so much shit going down all at once.
The Larry-H-Miller-Lexus-Liberty-Road-Race-Number-Two happened today. Another great effort by a fine bunch of athletes. I happened to be working a very rural corner and during a bit of down time, I walked over and looked at the barbed-wire fence next to the road.
It made me think of how Johnny Hoogerland's body got launched through the same thing earlier this week. And how he got back on his bike and finished the stage, and then went to the hospital and got 33 stitches and then got back at it. And there are plenty more stories like his, probably more dramatic. Point being, I guess, is that pro riders are super seriously hard mothers. Different breed a cats. Shite.
It won't be big deal to you, but I put new rubber on the dogbike. It's a big deal to me because the old rubber was turdy-knobby and the new stuff rolls a lot smoother. Which is not a big deal if you're just running down to the park, but thing is, this is my only bike with pedals that I don't havta clip into and so it gets a lotta other neighborhood duty and downtown duty and so I think you can now appreciate what a big deal it is to me. Even though it's not to you.
Another 3-hour pump track tweak - can't leave it alone. It's always been my intention that this section be designed so that you can bank right, bank left, bank right. Fast and smooth. So far it hasn't worked out at all. I might havta give up on the concept - I think maybe it's too shorta distance in which to shift your body weight. Not that I won't keep trying for just a little while longer, though.
Saving the most important for last: I've discovered the best-yet canned beer. It's fabulously badass.
Plus I work in the aluminum industry, so the can talks to me in more ways than one.
If you want some, you'd better get there before me. Oh, so sorry, can't remember where I got it.