f'ing clock ...
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- Got in my Mt. Hood training yesterday.
After the teeth were kicked in by kids and women during the lunch'ervals session, i decided to ride over the sCruzian hills to San Jose after work and watch my woman put watts down in their training crit.
googled up a map, did a bit of handdrawing on a napkin of a route that looked like it might squirm over the climbey roads of the Big Basin and Creeky Boulders ... somehow dropping down near GatoSaratogaLosWherever eventually.
ended up getting lost, rained on, and my whiney ass frozen like a spandexicle.
i am now an official fan of cellular phones ... cuz it saved my ass. (please say they ain't killin' the bees)
- heckled ... me?
pedaling squares up the finish of Berzerkely Hills ... tank on the "F/U" and eyeballs blurry with CO2 poisoning ~ on the opposite side of the road is gawdamn Healthnut RKillit spritely and merrymaking in his prettified proboy glory.
he's chirpy and dancing on his pedals, taunting my labored, sideways, 3mph sprint with a bit of the "where's your blog now, vanderpoop."
pretty much kicked ass.
- This weekend is the Kern Classic, baby.
TyTy, Jeffe, and I are getting our grooves together in preparation of offering copious amounts of manmeat to any and all within striking distance. The margaritas will flow like wine and the virgin hills of Bakersfield won't know what hit 'em.
Kern is a ridiculously hard stage race. The format this year looks to be an improvement and slightly more sane than last year ... and the weather might not be quite as sweltering as '06 ... but, it's still going to be epic.
With MissMary on the food patrol and us boys working feeds and party favors ... we'll probably be able to service all the women racers.
mmm ... servicing the women.
- Check out the TOTO TURNING.