Man, only one ride on the MTB so far this week... the weather has sucked and frankly the investment it takes to drive 30 minutes to get to the trail by 5:50, to maybe have to turn around by 6:01, is a bit too steep, plus there's been a couple early mornings at work. Looks like it may be getting to be trainer time, which isn't as bad as normal because I haven't been struggling to stay on the thing (and being mostly off it and doing jack shit) for 6 weeks at this point, like usual. Time to start gettin' after it with some volume, and to get after the diet. It's been a good winter, and being mostly static is an enormous win for me considering how I usually manage to screw up... now we move forward.
As some of you noted I managed to pick up an extra entry to the Baker's Dozen. I had a contingent agreement to ride on a team. But because of the scramble for entries, I realized pretty quick that I needed to get an entry, any entry, because my team manager hadn't gotten my registration done by 4-5 minutes after 8:00 PM. (Yes, my BikeReg Fu is strong). So I popped for the 13 solo. Turns out, I hit the pay button just when my buddy Mike did, so now I have too. What to do? Right now I'm making the obligatory offers to my closest friends who were shut out and are wallowing in angst over it. If one of them nuts up, it's gone. If none of them do, I'm E-baying it and putting the proceeds toward charity, or a booze-fueled spree in Tijuana, providing I can also get a week off, a cheap flight, permission from the wife, and a gamma globin booster shot.
So I had a discussion with a reprobate about whether Led Zeppelin is better than the bluesmen from whom they appropriated their music. You tell me what you think.
Or the other one?
I think you people know where I fall on this question.
Please discuss in comments: who is better, and why?