Friday morning randoms ~
- Tommy D had the shits ... but now he's on top of the game!
i think Danielson needs a blood transfusion. somebody call up Jens so Bruyneel can slip him a horse tranquilizer (or three) to knock his ass unconscious and they can suck out a few quarts of his one-man Germanic-Horde red.
it's not like Voigt woud miss it ~ and if TD had just a few percentages of Jens' battle lust for bike racing ...
- No matter what anyone tells you ... it's possible to snap on a pair of tubies with 1.5 hands.
and it only takes 3 hours!
- FRIDAY NITE TRACK RACING ... oh yeah, i'm gonna go and get it spanked proper tonite. I have pedaled a total of 47 minutes this week with an average speed of about 2.
so, i'm totally ready.
But, i know my body and if i want any chance of putting some power down on the pedals Saturday, I'll need to bust the bubble tonite. It's going to be stupidly painful.
I forget what the format is tonite, but i think it's more sprinter-effort o'rific now that za'Nolanator has begun the endurance mayhem on Thursdays. oooo, speaking of which ~ read word that 3 of the beauties were involved in a spill late in the Points Race last nite.
heal quick bruddas.
- speaking of crashes ... finally took a look at the equipment after Sunday's slammer.
holee-shyte ~ i really ramrodded that curb. stuff's busted all over the place.
it's always hard to communicate with non-cyclists about crashes and the hobbles afterwards. you know, you're limping and gimping to your office and the inevitable "oh, wha' happen'd?" happens.
You try and explain that you crashed, but with the clothes on - there's no real visualization of injury. You can explain soft tissue or micro-fractures or the lovely long-term pleasures of scar-tissues upon scar-tissues ... but, unless you drop the pantaloonies and show them a cheese gratered cheek ~ they just don't get it.
So, usually what i do is say ...
"well, it's like this ~ get in your car and find yourself a nice quite country road. Bring the speed up to around 30mph. Keep it steady at 30, maybe click on the 'cruise control' if you've got it, ok?
now, roll down your window, peep your head out the car and look down at the passing pavement. Look at all those jagged little crushed rocks and sand-papery surfaces. Ok, got used to the speed? Then open up your door ... don't be afraid. Open up your door and lean out a bit (keep that speed up!). Now slowly reach a hand down toward the road zipping by underneath. Think about it, just for an instant ... reach out and touch that road. Go ahead, try it. Reach out and touch it.
and just when you're about to touch the road? in that moment of concentration where your fingers are dangling between the edge of safety and dangerous contact ...
have somebody push your ass out of the car."
yeah, it's sort of like that.