Na naa naa naa na naa, HEY! It's Cyclocross!And that's all, nothing more. You'd just sing that like 50 times, get totally hammered, and that's it. It would be enough.
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I bought some Wellingtons at WalMart today to keep my feet dry tomorrow. Guess they don't fit quite right. Looks like it's going to be Sorels for post race footwear. They'll do, I guess - but the canvas uppers are a bear to clean. Guess I'll do that when I'm weeping over the state of my bike. Salty tears are always the best option for cleaning your gear, post-race.
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With Halloween coming, it's important to practice your zombie killing skills. You can do that here. Sure, they're going to get you in the end, but you can take some of the bastards with you, right?
Then again, maybe those aren't zombies. It's possible they're just worn out from recent muddy cross races. I'm just like that after a cross race, except I crave beers, not brains. To each his own.
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I knocked out 90 minutes on the trainer this morning, with a little bit of tempo as pre-race openers.Riding the trainer blows but I need to train just about every day. Damned if I'm going to fall apart starting in the middle of the cross season, the way I do most years. It's been too tough of a fight back from the foot surgery and chronic ankle problems, to just give away those hard earned gains. The words of Dame Thatcher to Bush 41 just prior to the first Gulf War give me some motivation here: "Now's no time to go squishy, George."
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Now for something completely different, from Big Mike.
Wow. Bet that's got Prithviraj Kapoor rolling over in his grave.
6 comments:
Hey Jim,
Take it from me, a guy who knows rubber boots. Go to the hardware store and get the black with the red souls. Then turn down the tops just enough to make then comfortable.
That's coming from a guy who spends a lot of time in rubber boots. Come down to earth here Jim. It's cross season. For Gods sake man, lower yourself and call them rubber boots and not "Wellingtons" after all you did buy them at Wallmart.
And Capybaras does mean pig doesn't it? Please fill me in. I want to be informed.
Have a good day at the races.
-B
If there were a cyclocross song, it would be loud, raucous, Flemish, and sung to massed cowbells. All participants would be plastered in mud.
Oh, and Baroness Thatcher of Kesteven was simply Mrs. Thatcher at the time of the first Gulf War. She became Lady Thatcher upon receiving a life peerage in 1992. I don't believe she ever held the title "Dame", which incidentally should be applied to to the first name, not the surname (e.g. Dame Judith Dench is just that, or Dame Judith, but never Dame Dench).
Holy Schniekes - a Prithviraj Kapoor reference? I'll be calling you the next time I feel the need to destroy a bar in a heated game of Buzztime interactive trivia.
Holy Shit Jim... all the above makes my rubber boots seem, well... Wellington's.
-B
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