stimulus fumes

Wissahickon Cross. I'm beat, not much of a voice left, and still coughin up a few luggies from the lungs. Today was like.... um.... a really good day. I needed some Carburetor starter spray to get me going, just squirted in a small brown sack and huffed it while I pedaled my trainer. Got me going a bit, ah shit, I just had fun today. A mix of slow/fast shoe-gazing, slick/soft porn corners and windy ass crackin showing drunk girl road. I feel like I won, I did not. If its all cryptic, then excellent. F. That photo above's a new fave,....  at the end of the day, the sun  poked its big schnozzle out.   It was taken well after all the racing was done.   and the good group of us was "chippin" in cleaning it up, to make it a bit easier on the O'Kelly Cline. Cheers Kelly. Cheers my fellow crossers, to you, to me. dl.

easy

if it comes easy to me, most likely I don't notice it. As I was stepping out of the shower this afternoon, I could recognize the voice coming from the radio, it was Hope,again. Her voice comes to her easy. Today's race, not an easy coming. I rode my bike like it had square wheels and I ran wearing my Kiss concert platform shoes. It hurt, I suffered, I prevailed. 44th 35/13th or so 45+ master elite men. ah well elite sounds nice. What do we do when were not 1st, or 21st or 76?

and tomorrow, I suspect more of the same, I'm game. And as if this is being measured by an old wooden yardstick, I shall layout and stretch past 36" and my finger tips will cross the line first. Somewhere in my head I really believe that I can win tomorrow's race. I shall now go prepare my tools. ....crack open beer, throw feet up on couch, thumb on the trigger, I've got some TV watching to do. With a sly smile my friends, I race with you all in my heart. dLo

a couple point and shoots for ya.

swig, swig.....

twidle

so, despite some chest congestion, and a big week, I'm really looking forward to standing in the Starting grids Sat. and Sunday. Where have I been? Living. Monday did some day playing on the "movie" in town and got to check out Ms. Reese Witherspoon in person, sorry no TMZ for ya, she's cute and nice, thin legs and a nice smile. Then onward to Tuesday and the every enchanting Hope Sandoval. I heard dogs bark and she whispered that the devil wasn't there. She came on stage and pointed at the last light burning bright, as my eye traveled from the direction of her eyes and to the bulb it pulsed dark. Great show. More work, and then some more work outside in the mud and rain, that was today. Now I've got Hope singing to me, sipping a beer, and just can't get rid of the feeling of one foot up on the pedal, standing in the starting grid. I'm ready to race. GO! dlo

sitting in the mud.

of course I did some catching up with Gus, I think he had a hang-over.

BOuuu-Guss

Just going through the motions of blogging. A couple of pics, some clever words and "click" published for public consumption.

1. Went to Earth for 1 year of excellent beer and flat bread production. Drinkin spent with mr. Matt Hamm, and senior Ant'ins yr' pants Henne-says what? You know,... that was good.

2. Went to Dock st. the god's smile upon me and my wife, we had great service, the best pumpkin beer of the season and good pizza. Took home a growler of Rye beer.

3. Did the big loop and got to show another oldish bloke the ways of my riding. Starting with coffee and ending with coffee. Great ride.

4. No racing, so I did great this weekend. Really was smart, did some cross training which means a SS mtb ride at Belmont, and a nice Salsa Mtb ride at the Wiss. Really I took it easy, I didn't chase any carrots.

5. This morn. half way to La Colombe and got a flat, threw the bike on my shoulder and quick stepped home. I hate to run, but I hate being late more. Took one of the spare wheels from the porch and made it to coffee on time.

I contemplated a spiders web and came to conclusion that I am nothing like a spider.

great bogus day!

see ya at Granogue and Mr. Wissahickon cross. cheers, tippin it to ya. dlowe.