Sunday, February 24, 2008
It wasn't too long ago that I was waxing poetic about cycling in the fall. Well the realities of cycling in the winter have dope slapped me back to reality. Another ride another session of bike cleaning, chain scrubbing, relubing, etc.
Never mind drying out wet filthy clothes to be ready for the next morning.
Fantasies of first place in Het Volk give way to the grim reality of road salt and frozen toes. Not even bragging to your friends that didn't ride make it feel good.
Knowing it's only about 30 days til the first race of the season is really the motivation. Get the miles in or get dropped.
In only about 6 months I can shift gears from complaining about road salt caking everything to whining about my own sweat turning my clothes into salt encrusted psuedo shrouds of Turin. Got to love all the seasons of the year.
Cavendish was relegated yesterday. The reason? Hanging onto a team car to bridge a gap after a crash. Maybe you think that is the reason, but this photo hints at the truth. He was relegated for those fucked up fake white Vuarnets. Those things are fuglier than the neon Oakley throwbacks that Millar and Vino were rocking at the tour last year.