Like a kick in the head...

and...it's Monday again...

 Anyone need a track frame? 

 Just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in!  I have a love/hate relationship with Firefly.  I absolutely love their artistry with titanium, yet at the same time, I loathe them because, eventually, if I continue this pursuit of madness we call cycling, Firefly will drain my bank account of several thousand dollars.

 Gilbert - "Nobody makes me bleed my own blood...."

 I'm no expert in body language, but methinks Ballan may be considering choking out the photog with his own camera strap!  Anyone else notice the 7800 Dura-Ace SRM crankset.  Even Euro-dogs stick with what works...

Purito wins Lombardia on what can only be considered a less than optimal day for bike racing...

2013 Giro Presentation...




Another weekend of good rides...

The weather was sort of meh...no tightening up of the tanlines, but we had two more really nice rides.
Saturday was what has sort of become the Rosewood School tempo ride.  80km of 2x2 out through the Swamp and LR.  No fuss, no muss...just knocking down miles.  It's nice to have a good-sized, jovial group ride again.  We were missing a few, but still had a good ride, and a good time!  Not hard to knock down 80-85km in 2:30 when everyone is on the same page, and not whinging.

Sunday met us with chillier temps, and overcast skies.  Let's be honest though, it was a pretty damn perfect day to ride a bike.  Cool temps, no sun baking you, very little wind...I wouldn't minded if it was 5-10 cooler...
We mixed it up, and did the Swansea loop backwards, which is now my preferred way to ride the loop.  All of the BS gets out of the way in the first 90 minutes of the ride.  The last two hours were pretty damn fun.  It's funny just how a loop you've ridden several times can look, and feel, completely different when ridden in the opposite direction. 
I returned to an empty HQ, as the Management Team went on a day trip up into the PeeDee.  The bike went into Service Course, lunch was eaten, and yours truly curled up on the couch like an aged yard dog who's finally been let in the house. 
90 minutes later, I opened my eyes...it was bliss!  Although, I was confused, my neck was jacked, and my bladder was trying to pull a Malcolm X.  A hard nap like that is a rare thing around here.  I'm just not used to it.  I suppose more training is needed?

Try not to let this shit weather Monday get you down! 

Namaste...