The Red Devil

I remember as a kid in Chicago that there was a fire station on Fullerton not far from our house. I can still hear the sirens that you could hear on a warm summer night.

Today's fire was at 21st and Chicago. A little bird told me it was there.

Fridays

Let's get a little action going. You made it to the end of the week unless you have to work weekend in which case I'm sorry. Hopefully, no ass will steal your shoes:) and you can just play out the day quietly. Snowy, Kiah and I are holding our options open but you can bet we'll eat like condemned prisoners and walk down to the Somali market for really shitty coffee. Peace...

He's looking for a Madison partner

I rode my plastic bike and liked it a little

I haven't been on the scale since Christ was a corporal but I look to be a biscuit under 260. Photo taken by Der Kruser after my ride yesterday. That aero position is a tough one ride in for too long but I'm slowly getting used to it. I even rode in biking shoes instead of flip flops so Cullen should be happy.

Will somebody cut down that tree?

Black Dog : I sure the (expletive deleted) hope you beat that Tegeder, Skibby.

Carve out that turn homeboy. I rode a 20:02 which wasn't bad seeing that I had to ride through a puddle and into the wind on the backside. But I got a happy meal at McDonald's and you didn't so there.

Fridays

I ran into a guy I went through treatment with this morning. I used to bum a cigarette off him once in a while. I asked him if he was still smoking. He replied - 'Nothing legal'.

The great Mrs and I might make it to Uptown this evening to view the bike racing. She has a baby shower or bridal shower or some shit with her co-workers after work so I'm not sure when we'll arrive. Open the GD gifts and take a piece of cake on the way out and nobody will get hurt.

The grapevine says that cable tv finally came to the City of Richfield Public Works Garage and the pencil neck who replaced Duane and I objected to the boys watching Maury. Me want Maury.

See ya in church.

The new phonebook's here!

Here I am in direct violation of the law. No wonder I can hear the FBI listening in on my phone calls.

NVGP - Master Cullen goes to school instead of hangin' with me.

This is Floyd Landis and I'm hoping many of you have no idea who Floyd Landis is. Now Floyd the barber from Mayberry is a different story.
Ian Stanford who was rewarded with a Meow Meow cookie which was a helluva lot more than the guy who had the fastest time got. I had one of Hollywood's Lion Of Flanders (not Ned Flanders) flags and the old man in the far right of the picture was giving me the evil eye because no signs are allowed at the Nature Valley Gran Prix. I live in Minnesota where generally no fun is allowed and you're required to enter the interstate at 15 mph.
In a sea of roadies there was Roger. He's 13 weeks old and this is one of my best dog photos ever.

Fairgrounds Massacre

Cullen's in there somewhere grumbling about Good Earth.

Where's Waldo?

I'm here but I guess I just don't have much to say on this venue. Twitter ruined blogging.

Unencumbered by the wretched daily event of gainful employment tends to make an individual a rather happy camper.

I had a dog walking/fish feeding job for the last 4 days which paid quite lucratively. I should start a blog advertising dog walking. I work cheap. I also could care less about your dirty skivvy shorts thrown over the chandelier. Get over yourself. Nobody cares.

It looks like chili dogs for lunch starring Mrs homemade chili.

7 of 8 bikes are in riding condition just so you know.

D Day

Selfless individuals who changed the course of history. I shudder to think of what it would have been like to be there that day.

Black Dog

Catching up with the Gaines family after our races. That cop checked and there were no outstanding warrants out for me.
No, it's not Snowy. Snowy would be this dog's mini-me.
Benita is my buddy and that little bike is cute.

Oh hi Tuffy. I did a 20:06 and felt pretty happy because I didn't go into coronary arrest and I didn't blow out a seam on my girdle. Great times at The Dog as always.

Old roadies never die...they just buy bigger spandex

Black Dog tonight. First bike race since the Wirth Park cross race last October which was 3 days before my cortisone shot. Knock on wood. As you can see Mrs is using my plastic bike so I guess I'll ride my Salsa. Let's keep our time just under 30 minutes and there will be no problems.

He/She looks like a keeper

So Dak Senior Field Correspondent Snakecrotch sent me this photo. Is this your hound? What's his/her name? Is that couch real leather?