Friday, October 24, 2008

We have fled the Matrix and have landed on the planet Lovetron (see Darryl Dawkins) and will be writing all kinds of zany bullshit. Come with me if you want to live.

Why are you here when you should be HERE. Go ahead, click the mouse...I dare ya.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

The time has come for us to part least at this location. It's been fun. Everything ends. I know this for a fact.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Mrs and I have been married 28 years today. I had my knee operated on for the first time 29 years ago today which is the day I met her. Debbie and my mother are the two best people I've ever known in my whole life. You can't say much more than that.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Cancel the three ring circus

I'm going to give cross racing a break. Since I'm not allowed to pay my 20 bucks and have a lap and stop to chat without the race official giving me shit and getting e-mails the next day...wink, wink, go away honey...I'll just take a break. I'm going to do everything possible not to break my streak of not driving to work which started in April of 2005. Commuting is life and bike racing is for shits and giggles...or at least it should be.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Father Flanagan left a message on my cell phone tonight

I stopped to talk to some hecklers out in the woods but they really weren't much for conversation. It might have been because I told a couple of them 'Fuck you and the horse you rode in on' earlier in the race.

Mrs says she also works on her grocery shopping list during the race

If you know anyone in these pictures don't say anything

Lovie my Lovie

I know from my stats that I have some people from Chicago checking this thing out. So I get home from Wirth and turn on the Bears game and they're trailing by 9 so during a commercial I check out another game eventually coming back to the Bears who have miraculously scored 10 points and taken a 20 to 19 lead with 11 seconds to go in the game. They've just scored so they're kicking off. So Big Game Lovie has the f-ing kicker squib a dribbler so the Falcons get the ball at about their own 40. One completion later the Falcons are about to line up for a 47 yard field goal which of course they make to win the game 22 to 20. The Lantern understands because he and his wife are sports fans. The rest of you roadies need to go ride your trainer and eat a Clif bar or some shit.