A vulgar display of power...

Remember, if you go to race De Ronde, have your trip-tips on the top tube....

And yes, I did fly the Lion of Flanders on the house.




Yep...that's the ENTIRE British Euro Sport coverage of De Ronde.  You're welcome...

Who's going to beat Cancellara at Roubaix?  Barring a bad crash, or catastrophic equipment failure, NO ONE!

His moves on the Kwaremout and Paterberg were just brutal.  I hate talk of wattages, and all that goes with it, but there was talk on Twitter about just how much power he was putting down at the end.  The estimations, done by guys who do it for a living, were somewhere in the 475w range for the last 10-12km of the race, and somewhere around 900w on the climbs. 
Sell your power units people...

Sagan made the old college try, but just couldn't match Fabi's big diesel.  Of course, he did win the podium ceremony...

This caused a HUGE furor among prudish, pseudo-feminist Americans on the Twitters.  Nevermind the fact that the gathered crowd around the podium were egging Sagan to do it.
Nevermind the fact that the podium girl didn't seem to care...a bit...
Nevermind that it was an innocent pinch by a cheeky 23 year old man-child.
Nevermind that NO ONE in Europe made a big deal about it.
Nevermind that the official Tour of Flanders Twitter feed used it as their lead photo.

Lighten up people...you'll live longer!

The best reaction?  Some knee-jerk "feminist" actually compared Sagan's little bum squeeze to the situation that went down in Steubenville, Ohio.  In case you've been living under a rock, in Steubenville, two high school football players molested a passed out drunk high school girl, including forcible rape...and recorded it all on video...and posted it to the intarwebs. 
Really?  Sagan pinching a grown woman's rear is akin to the above travesty?  If you think so, well...just go see a professional, b/c some medication might be in order.

Two good rides this weekend.
Saturday was the normal group affair.  3 hours 55 miles.  Some effort, some waiting, some laughs, and we got flipped off (some of us TWICE) by some guy in his bitchin' Chrysler Sebring convertible.  Man, was I ever jealous...

I slept in Sunday, watched Flanders, helped the Boss get Junior Management off to her family's Easter festivities, then got on the bike @ 1100.  2 hours later, I was home with a good spin, including a couple of 15 minute efforts.  The first one, out at the Powerstation, sort of stung, but woke things up, and seemed to flush the legs a little.

 Things are greening up quickly out in the stick...

 Skinnies are fine on the dirt...

Got in a little motorpace/sprint action too.  That's 43mph in old money...in a 48/13.  Leg speed is not something I possess, so that 150-ish rpm burst nearly dislocated my hips. 

Here's a cool cadence calculator...FWIW! 

Think I'll watch the last 20km of Flanders again.  Have a good Monday!