Cher Companie, I rode hills Saturday like PUTAIN DE MORON, okay, as if I had something particulier to train for. Like the Americanishce Truck 300, a huge race taking place in my jock. My tendons feel like so amazing after it. The day following, I try the rapide cadence on a country route and run out of the pavé. I did not turn around because my direction was good and i was making a time, thinking to coach and my equipe, "how good is this … [Read more...]
Archives for December 2012
Le Nuance
I reminded to Jean that the frites were in the Skoda and the time was ready. He retreated to the back of the groupetto. It was mid day. The sun was especially good for tanning as we clicking through the metered shrub and grassland of another somewhere. It is not always this easy, but when it is, I revel in the moment with simple indulgence and shameless application of cologne. After these years of brutality, I have learned to seek simple reward. … [Read more...]
Avoid Malbecs
I think my volume has maximized. I consumé a majority of a Malbec last night, and in my slumber terrifying dreams evoked. Every thing until now but the wine has been routine, yet even now, as I write I am recovering my emotions. Such lurid and horrifying things. How my mind can concoct them, I cannot even say. I wish to forget them. They are not the point anyway. This all tells me my training is doing well. Tolerance of fear is … [Read more...]
Ball Peen Hammer
Somedays, the job is a ball peen hammer to the head. … [Read more...]
Non Chalance
As I spoke with Hans, a natural separation between the pack and ourselves occured. As I would turn back to check the progress from time to time, the pack remained full width across the roadway, unconcerned. It was a lazy day, yes, but anyone given the chance is always thinking. Surpirsingly, our gain equaled still meters at each glance. I had thought then, perhaps we found a pocket of wind? It didn't matter. I was beginning to feel flashes of … [Read more...]
Chasing the Dammit
I could not for the life of me reel in the football-shaped man on the horizon. When I could faintly make out a triangle of hi-viz yellow flapping about in the wind, I thought I knew what the purpose of the day's ride was. I needed to bring this man in and apologize to him for the luster of my pedigree. I got close enough to see that his legs looked like fenceposts made of beef, but that's it. It was one of those days that everybody but Cipo … [Read more...]
Standing Around Like Assos.
With a pig foot in he pantes, and arme out like le poussin on a fire, I never understand the Suisse. What le faque is the mans do to standing like this? I know when we discusse en le route, in the pelican formaçionne, it is a question each time. Je ne sais pas. Dieu damned Suisse. s'il vous plaît, Jaque Le Coq … [Read more...]
Triplette de Sombrero
I sit perched to the window waiting for the day to soften to 14º Centigrade. This is the most effective temperature for the embrocation I have chosen. Suddenly, word comes over the channels that the gardner is out raking the pavé. He has claimed the Triplette de Sombrero across the local col'ittos. He, as us all, is only allowed to celebrate special occasions. Today, Friday, is a day for him to celebrate, no? … [Read more...]
Tools of the Trade
There are so many tools in a bike shop. There are the sales people, the people the sales people are talking to, the bike cops, the mechanic who somehow got hired even though he worked for Performance for 5 years, and the actual tools that the other mechanics use to make bikes work. Ask anyone in the shop what their favorite tool is and you will get a rainbow of responses. The mechanic who went to Bicycle College University will insist that the … [Read more...]
Weeping off the tête.
2008 Tour de Pologne: Stage 3 Air: Humide, Pavé: Nouveau Yesterday, just after team massage, I receive word from home that my prize Mokave feline died from a complicated bat bite infection. It was a long fight for Remi, but yesterday he crossed the river. My brave hero. We made fast to the no-man's land of a break. No chase on Stage 3. I was supported nicely and we had worked well together; Däv and I always do. When he run out of cash … [Read more...]