First, let's deal with that whingey bitch, Chris Horner...
The Whatever-The-Hell-It's-Called Pro Race went off in Philly today. Didn't really pay attention until rumors of Horner having a full-on, spoiled child melt down.
A few things...
-How in the wide, wide, World of Sports does a seasoned (old) pro NOT KNOW HOW TO GET THE FUCKING CHAIN BACK ON? Yes, I yelled that part!! Christ, it only took 30 minutes to teach a bunch of noob women how to do it at camp.
-Let's get something straight. Throwing a bike is wholly unprofessional, and completely bad juju. The fact that YOU don't know how to shift is a YOU problem. Who dumps out of the big ring, under power, at the base of a climb? Oh, that's right...people who don't know any GD better.
-And lastly, if any of you decide to have a Chris Horner...gone full Trump...moment, and throw your Eddy Merckx, and I'm at all nearby, I will smack you around for a period of 30-60 seconds on principle. No...that's not a threat...it's a promise.
Retire, Chris. Just go the F away. I'm sure Danielson has a spot for you on his staff at rich, douchebag, fanboy camp.
Thursday, I went out to the group ride. Pretty big group. All wanted to be near the front. None wanted to actually be on the front. Then it started to rain. Things got weird. Too many brake touches.
I went through the turn at the end of 12th first, then pulled WAY left, and sat up.
Turned around, and rode in the rain until back into town. Once at the river, it was dry. Not a drop of rain fell.
Third rain ride in a week! Cool! (not really...)
Yesterday, we had a nice, convivial group. Out through the Swamp, into Eastover, past the mini-donkey farm and home. 100km. Seems to be the theme for Saturdays any more. Came home to an empty house.
Corpo went to the beach for a week. I'm Juan Solo...
The quiet is deafening.
Oh, and we rode the closed portions of Bluff. Yes, one must traverse a few big piles of dirt, but the road...newly paved...is sublime.
The plan was to get up and ride this morning, but my shoulder decided to slide out, thus giving me a RIPPING headache. Sleep ended somewhere around 3:30am. No ridey for me. Apologies to those who showed this morning.
And now we've reached the reason for the early post...
I'ma get up in the morning and knock down an easy spin. 2 hours. Easy Peasy. And as I've grown weary of cleaning the Ridley, and The PowerStation is likely a muddy, heavy mess, the Salsa is wearing road wheels. If it gets wet, it gets wet.
And the house painters are coming bright and early, so I want to get out of here while they bang around outside.
I'm out the door @ 9, if anyone wants to join...
TS Colin is supposed to blow through tomorrow night, into Tuesday. Riding in two tropical systems inside of a week? Sure...why not?