Water Bottles: Gallons of Sweat Edition

So many random thoughts... where to begin? How 'bout we start with this:

- If you need a new casual riding jersey, hit up the Fat Cyclist's page at Twin Six. His wife Susan has some really nasty metastisized cancer, and they are fighting it like hell. The boys at Twin Six (who make a damn nice jersey, BTW) teamed up with Fatty to create a black and pink jersey dedicated to Susan, to raise money for cancer research. Hey, if you don't want to wear it, fine, then get it for somebody in your life who would wear it. I have one of their regular Fat Cyclist jerseys and the think is incomparably high quality gear. So not only would this be a nice jersey, but it would be for a good cause, to benefit the Lance Armstrong Foundation which, nevermind your feelings about Lance, does some yoeman work to help out those fighting cancer, as Fatty discovered.

- My legs still feel like crap from Church Creek. That TT was tough. The legs are almost recovered, but they are still creaky/heavy. Dang. Now I understand why Coach Bill G has me on an early rest week.

- Triathletes of the world: It is fun riding with you in paceline, but y'all need to do some speed work. Y'all roll at tempo but don't have a jump or a sprint. Here's a secret: you build up the muscular strength that supports your sprint and neuromuscular efforts, it will help your TT'ing speed. I'm just sayin'.

- For the dude who passed me on the bike trail this morning, working hard: congrats bro, I was riding recovery. You showed me... your hard breathin' tempo is much faster than my recovery. I learned my lesson: I won't try to throw down with *you* again.

- For the dude who passed me on the bike trail this evening, on the Moots, no shirt: Congrats bro, I was riding recovery. Your gasping >threshold work was more than I could cope with at 200 watts steady state. I won't try to throw down't with *you* again. Two things though. When I am spinning by you up a hill, you don't need to stand up and sprint. Really, I'm fat and lousy on hills. You should be able to dust me without working that hard. Second, youy might want to try bibs. Even without a jersey, the bib would look better than Pearl Izumi shorts, with their top half in front covered with your spare tire. Check it out dude, is that a Dunlop? I think so, because it done lopped over the top of your shorts. Ps. I don't think the girlies out jogging were impressed.

- For the ladies I passed this morning who were jogging on the trail at 6:00 AM: thanks. As always, thanks. I don't know why y'all do it, but I'm grateful y'all are out there. The collected beauty of any 20 women just about outweighs the eyeburns I get from middle aged guys riding way too hard and wobbling by me without jerseys on.

- Finally, to the dude with the porn star mustache in the blue Porsche convertible who peeled out at 13th & I, cut me off, and then skidded to a stop 20 yards in front of me... yeah, you showed me. How did it feel when I split lanes for the next three blocks and left you and your impatient mustache languishing in gridlock traffic? Do me a favor, you want to be all impatient and hammer through town, go get yourself a bike. The Type A shit won't be any healthier for you, but at least you won't kill some cyclist with your impatience. It might even get rid of some of that excess testosterone.