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.

Comments

[Adam Myerson]

I think your friend is confusing "bragging," with "excitedly sharing with my friends." There's no "don't you wish you were me" aspect there. He is correct, though; it's all relative. The prize money we've been making lately is more than I've ever made by an order of magnitude, but I didn't say I was rich, bitch.

Really the only issue is that I could probably drink less coffee and brush my teeth with some kind of whitening agent. It does kind of look like I have gold teeth.

Oh, and I did live in section 8 housing. It was in the '80's, though, before gold teeth were popular.