Uniquely unUnique

Riff raff

My trip to the darkside continues and with pretty good results. I came somewhat close to winning the GA master's criterium championship yesterday. 2nd ain't so bad, especially considering I tried a solo bridge to 2 in the break and I'm pretty crappy when it comes to breakaways.  I went Shogren style and doubled up races and actually raced the Pro-1-2 well (9th) but lacked any sprint snap when it counted.  Its all training for Trans Rockies, minus the mountains, mountain bike, trails and long, long days.

We have a nice little garden of herbs, arugula, spinach, tomatoes and compost-heap pumpkins.  Keeping the pests at bay is more difficult than I thought, but we're using Neem oil and dish soap.

I'm more tan than I've ever been (not saying much).

I got a letter of concern from one friend regarding another:

I dont know him well enough, but your buddy Myerson is bragging on his blog about how much money he is making as a professional cyclist in America. It is like a recorded loop of a person misusing a word in public, for everybody to hear. The feeling of embarrassment I get in my stomach on his behalf kind of hurts.  I know he is your friend, so maybe you can subtly tell him that he is like the man in section 8 housing with gold teeth?
Thank you

No comment on this matter. But I see a connection here.

The darkside

This summer is grinding out, and quickly too.  I started working with my cycling buddy Paul, he's the savannah version of Yozel (old hat at cycling & self employed handyman).  Luckily we're working indoors now.  Getting my sorry ass used to physical work is hard enough, adjusting to 90+ everyday will be another thing.  Cycling wise I'm doing well. Looks like the Cutters and I are winning the series thus far.  I had a nice dose of real racing this past weekend at the Low Country Challenge, a 3-event omnium.  Note to self: P-1-2 is way faster than Nestor Cup, and I still totally suck at road races but can manage alright in crits.  Something about road racing just destroys me.  This weekend I'll hit up the GA crit championship.  Man, i'm turning into a darksider again.

So we have a teammate called, well lets call him Flex. He's got an Ironman logo tattooed on his calf, so I won't need to describe him further.   He's a numbers guy, like most dorks who train with a powerWhomper or whatever.  The other week he calls boss and says he's had a good week of training and is probably back up to "72 or 73 percent."  Which is impressive, because only a week before at the Springfield race when I asked him how he was feeling/racing he said plainly "I'm only at 60%" which is an interesting answer to how'd yer race go fella?  So we're anxiously awaiting Flex moving from mere mortal into the 85% percentile and beyond.  Now if he could only learn to corner...