eyeohwah sseeteee grrrrrooop ryde

Went down to Iowa City with Steve today for the Thursday night group ride that leaves from green square park. About 20 guys showed up, apparently a bit lower than usual. First ten miles were pretty easy, EN to TM pace. Then the fun stuff began and we managed to organize a rotation that took the pace up considerably. We turned around in Sutliff after Rick Hopson thought it would be appropriate to give a little "Paris-Roubaix" flavor to the party. This route took us through a really mushy dirt path, then proceeded to go over the Sutliff bridge which was kind of riding over a piano except this piano was really really out of tune. After a little rest the hard stuff started coming again, the group EXPLODED. not really. We stayed together until about 10 miles out when the group split into two after a couple people had dropped. I couldn't stay with the first and rode with the second for a while. After a couple more people had fallen off of both groups, I eventually lost the wheel I was on and ended up cruising into town with Rick. Pretty happy with the ride because it was super painful.

Couple shout outs.

Carson Christen, for ordering my hood cap thingy.

Steve Delong, for driving up with me to Iowa City

Jeff Barnes, for pulling me back up to the group once on the ride.

Bill (I actually don't know his name), for selling me dinner at the Co-op. It was a great way to refresh after the ride.

Tiger, my cat, for being cute and fluffy and not jumping on my face tonight like she did last night. "Right Tiger?"
"Meow"

I finally got a job

Sylvia's bakery/coffee shop. It's in downtown Mount Vernon. I encourage all of you to go and try some of the best food in the world. Who knows, maybe I will even wash your dishes.

So anyways. This is my rest week but I'm doing the Iowa City group ride tomorrow anyway. Isn't that bad? Should be a fun time, I'm heading up with Steve Delong, a guy I have been training with since the Washington administration. Today I felt like shit, as is usually the case when it is hot and humid. Tomorrow could end up being pretty interesting.

I'll be sure to "keep you updated" homedawgs.

I don't understand runners (or anyone....that doesnt bike...for that matter)

When man invented the bicycle he reached the peak of his attainments. Here was a machine of precision and balance for the convenience of man. And (unlike subsequent inventions for man's convenience) the more he used it, the fitter his body became. Here, for once, was a product of man's brain that was entirely beneficial to those who used it, and of no harm or irritation to others. Progress should have stopped when man invented the bicycle....right?

Well it didn't. We have since moved on to computers, hot tubs, SUV's, 10,000 sq. foot houses; and along with this comes a set of moral values that has changed dramatically since 1817 (when the bicycle was invented). Our standards have been changing exponentially fast. If you ask me, I agree with Thomas Hobbes. We are screwed. Whether global warming, failure of our government, or some terrorist "somehow" gets his/her hands on a nuke. And don't blame the president. Ultimately, our moral values are changing at a rate that we can't handle.

So when my mom gets mad at me for buying a $150 bike (an orange fixed gear...sorta like merckx's), I can shrug it off with out feeling to guilty (my mom is a runner). For me, and others, cycling is a way of getting away from everyone else who has moved on.

I h8 moi peerentz

After yesterdays slightly emo post, I have decided to continue that trend by sharing this video.

I don't know about this whole blog thing. A lot of people think that they're silly and childish and give no benefit to our society whatsoever. They are probably right.

I hate rest days

Like most other cyclists, I don't feel good if I don't ride. Today was no exception, for some reason seemed worse than usual. Must be stress building up , and I get "addicted" biking. This guy seems to have a similar problem. This guy seems to take humor in calling me a "badass" and "little" on the same day. Oh well, rest days only come once every four weeks anyway.

My bike makes really weird noises.

Today my buddy Carson and I went on a ride. We both had LT intervals to do, so we decided to do them first and then meet down in Solon and ride to Iowa city. Or something. Long story short, we ended up in Amana and didn't have the balls to ride home at 10 at night on highway 151, so we called my dad. While we were waiting some guy who raced in the senior olympics struck up a conversation with us. When I got home, my mom left a map on my bed indicating the subtle difference between Amana and Iowa City. I hope next time we leave a little earlier because it was a good time and we saw some hot chicks.