One must display visible symbols that give the distinct impression that he is an active participant in the sport in which he supposedly participates. For example, these can be found on my rear window:
http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&ik=bacab68173&view=att&th=1218cf3fc3859495&attid=0.1&disp=inline&zw
http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&ik=bacab68173&view=att&th=1218cf35c6d373fc&attid=0.1&disp=inline&zw
Friday, May 29, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Training & The Boss
So I got a 20 mile ride in before I went to the Springsteen show. It worked out really well, because as it turns out, they serve recovery beverages there! And apparently they're made from all natural ingredients! But one of my recovery drinks must been contaminated...I don't feel so swell this morning. Hmm.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Mother's Day
I thought it was pretty funny when Barack Obama said that Timothy Geitner had a problem with Mother's Day because he had never used the word "day" after "mother".
You know you're a poser when you actually stop to unload a bike for a ride, then bag it because it's too cold and too windy. It was 58F.
I is a puss.
You know you're a poser when you actually stop to unload a bike for a ride, then bag it because it's too cold and too windy. It was 58F.
I is a puss.
Monday, May 4, 2009
Poser musings
You may think that the poser life is a simple one. But I am here to tell you that it is indeed quite complex. While the burdern of training and racing is lifted, it takes serious effort to maintain the ability to talk smack, haul unused bicycles around, follow the pro peloton (okay this one is easy as couch time is actually enhanced), and otherwise be able to jump into any cycling-related discussion as if you are a worthy, active participant. The hardest part is, of course, occasionally stuffing yourself into a team kit that fit beautifully a few short years ago. I am a sausage.
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