Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Mrs says I'm anti-establishment

Wednesday 9/30/09 update: It was June who has come forward with the photo of me taking a photo of Hollywood. Thanks June.
I had the camera with me during the race so I took a picture of my main man and awesome cheerleader Hollywood. Who is that in the background taking a photo? June? She was probably taking a photo of someone coming up behind me. I dedicate this to bike racers everywhere...especially those with a stick up their...

I miss Skibby

In honor of my homeboy I just dumped my Twitter account. Social networking my ass. Let's go for coffee. Now that's social networking.

Monday, September 28, 2009

St Cloud's finest

I always enjoy the pre-race instructions

Pork Chop Cross

Aaah, the fresh faced girls from Gopher Wheelmen. I took this one moments before the start of our race.

Friday, September 25, 2009

School lunch provided by Tommy Gun

The only thing left to do for Saint Cloud is to decide on an outfit.

I hope that woman who told me to try harder is in the crowd again this year so I can say 'hey lady, let's see you get your ass out here'.

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Choking to death on "Minnesota Nice"

A great deal of my relationship with my wife can be explained by the shadow puppets we made on our way to her work this morning in the dark. We were on our bikes. I know you nitpickers need that information.

11:30 baseball Reds and Pittsburgh will highlight the early afternoon. That and a nice choice of leftovers.

T3, I haven't been on the Cat 6 board in months. Does it still blow?

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Monday, September 21, 2009

Let's Go Mets

Thank you Jesus for e-bay and chunky major league pitchers who just don't have the pitches to get major league hitters out. Yep, this baby is game worn and relatively cheap.

Quiet around the house today. Tamales for lunch and vacuuming looms on the horizon. Lazy dogs will do their damnedest to not cooperate. That's ok cuz they're cute.

Bears win on a last second kick. Ma had better hands than any of the Bear's receivers.

Some of you are going to Madison for cross racing instead of Saint Cloud? If I get that close to Chicago I put her to the boards and don't stop till Stevenson Drive.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Summer's over

I got a last ride out of my cool blue road tires I have on my Salsa. Conti Gran Prix I think. Rode out to Hopkins and back on the Greenway.

31 miles
15 mph average
25 mph burst of speed on the flat
34 mph max going down the big 50th Street hill

Tomorrow we ride to HC so Mark can put the cross tires on. Then I ride through my front lawn and do an alley dismount and it's on to Saint Cloud for Porkchop.

Now you know

I don't maintain my bikes in a meticulous fashion. That no secret to my bike mechanics which include Jim and Mark at Hiawatha, Patrick at Freewheel and of course Hurl and Hollywood.

I've ridden with brakes squealing, bottom brackets tick tick ticking and on a number of occasions on flat tires just to get closer to the aid station. Don't go hard around corners on flat tires cuz you might have to ride some on the rim.

Just ride your f-ing bike and look good doing it.


Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Mid-day briefing

The 2016 Olympics in Chicago. Only my brother John could speculate on the possibilities. Aah, the skyline, the street performers, the corruption.

Mrs called in sick for the last 2 days. Some type of flu type stuff. She's now taking a nap so the dogs and I are communicating via sign language.

Cross season is approaching quickly which means I've stepped up my training. Just yesterday I brought a pumpkin pie home from the bakery on my bike.

We have day baseball on our satellite package so don't call, write or text.

And who the fck is Kanye West. Is he a close personal friend of Snoop?

See you in church.

Friday, September 11, 2009

Ash Friday

I have no idea where the black mark came from. Well, I guess it came from somewhere on 42nd Street after they were fed sausage and bacon at Stabby's. I tried to clean it off and now it's worse. As Ma would say - 'there will be hell to pay for this'.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Tuesday briefing

I cleaned the shower, played with the kids next door in the jumpy thing (Olivia's 5th birthday), talked to Rosenberg's smart ass wife, walked the dogs to the corner cafe, ate 2 waffles for lunch (one with ice cream), redirected my brother-in-law to his sister's work phone after congratulating him for continuing to smoke (nobody likes a quitter) and blew some doors off on the Greenway including a group of pathletes who had to wait for a train. I even got one guy twice because he got fried in Hopkins. Go back to work. You hate your job. You hate your co-workers. You love your commute if it's on a bike.

Friday, September 4, 2009


This is Lance Corporal Joshua Bernard. He died on August 14th, 2009, in Afghanistan. He was 21 years old. He did not die in vain.

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Get off the GD phone!

Mrs sent 5 text messages in July and none in August. Oh wait, she talked 11 minutes worth too on her cell phone. God loves me.

Have ridden 4100 miles so far this year which isn't bad but should probably be higher.

Snakecrotch, are you doing this Dakota 5-0 that Hurl is doing? You should while you're still a young pup.

I'm really hoping for a pastry hand-up at the cross races I do this year. Nothing fancy...Twinkie Ding Dong.

Rosenberg needs to make a showing at CRC because he is missed.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

And would Raymond like another stale hot dog bun?

I just had 2 Hebrew National dogs on a bratwurst bun that had sell by July 30th on the bag. That's right bitch, food doesn't go to waste at my house.

While we're on the subject of hot dogs I may have to consult the family expert Mr John Wroblewski about his preference of Hebrew National or Nathan's.

That's it for now. I need to get some tennis balls because tennis is part of my training for cross. Boy, that Julia is lucky that I don't get her on the court. US Open baby!!

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Thanks for the socks, Eric.

Well then, I guess we'll see your punk ass when you get home from school.

Congrats girls, those of you in Minneapolis have made it through another summer. I know because I saw some of the little shits waiting for the bus this morning to take them to institutions where men like Uncle Tuffy can expand their minds momentarily off of TV, Playstation and texting.

So go get that bottle/box of wine and hit that MF hard. Don't worry, you'll be coherent enough by 3 o'clock when they get home from school.