Uniquely unUnique

I live in the south

And thus I get to read these sorts of gems from the local cycling listserv. This one in response to a stolen bike:

Sounds like the same MO as the nigletts who "traded up" at Bicycle Link a couple of months ago.
 
 Somewhere in Kenya a village is missing its idiot!
 

This is repulsive to me on three levels: 1. this dude is a douchebag  and throws that thinking around like it ain't no thing, and will post it in a public forum 2. That half the guys on the listserv here find nothing wrong with this 3. he rides a triathaloner bike on group rides, mostly in the aerobars.

I know that most of what triathaloners do is embarrassing and repelling to most civilized people, but can this be blamed simply on the triathaloner status?

no.

he's a southern triathaloner person. And one who looks like an overstuffed sausage in his cycling kit. Go figure.

Anyway, in news that doesn't suck, I won another GA cyclocross race. Even after getting my ass handed to me HARD in cincinnati, and with only 3 rides in 2 weeks, I managed to win a really fun course (think Charm city course).  Racing on the state/local level is a world of difference between UCI racing. But I'll take it.

My new cannondale bike is wicked awesome, too.

this is happening again

For some reason I pay for this blog to happen, and  didn't update billing info. Now its updated, and so I shall weblog.

Cyclingnews broke Vandenbroucke's balls so hard for so long, now he's turned up horizontal and they have be all polite.  You know they are hating behind all that fluff.

So I got this 'cross bug up my ass last week and just had to drive 10 f'ing hours to the Cinci Cross festival. I've been up there a few times before with really good results in some really well run races and good courses.  So i drive up there with my buddy R to teach him the way of 'cross (with the help of Minturn).  I got my ASS KICKED.  It was an exercise in eating a heaping pile of humble pie: starting position of dead last, no UCI points, legs of fried chicken, low on the totem pole and having absolutely no conversation with my old pal.  One of the best things I've learned from cycling is learning how to lose, which you typically do lots of.  Before this turns into some inspirational poster BS about learning to lose, I'll stop it at this: I have  long way to go before conquering nationals this December.

Speaking of: my uber-high tuition has some rewards, like a rec department thats kicking down a flight for me to race in Bend in December!

I started tweeting or whatever. That lasted about 3 days.

 

morning on laughing horse lake, Montana