For many of us July is biker month: Superweek(s), The Tour, Toona, BC Superweek…on and on.  It’s just not often where the schedule is: you wake up, watch cycling, get on your bike and watch cycling again.  I’m beginning to think that I enjoy this sport a little.

Superweek Wrap-up: We finished in Evanston two days ago.  Without Jenette, Sheba decided that the team goal, if Dale couldn’t sneak away off the front, was to lead me out in a sprint.  “We’ve never seen you sprint”, someone said, to which I remembered that besides possible border-crossers hidden in the bushes in the desert south of Tucson on that one particular day, no one has.  Krystal gave me a great lead-out with one lap to go. Big crowds, which was awesome. I got goosebumps, then became a chicken quickly thereafter and got 20th.  Sprinters have so much of my respect.

Who doesn’t have my respect, though, is a particular Australian girl that rolled around our pack like a bowling ball all week then had the nerve to yell to me in Evanston that I’m an “ASSHOLE” for sitting at the front while Dale counter-attacked my attack to set her up.  Huh?  The only person who can call me an asshole is Jenette (and vice versa).  Yelling “OY!” and name calling makes me think you need to go back to the instructional videos.  My response was “asshole?  Look at my jersey.  It matches the one that just went by (couple of vulgarities deleted out here).  You need to learn how to ride a bike.”. I’m no genius, but something tells me that’s why we have teams.  And after 8 days of racing, I’m raw enough to want to smash some asshole that calls me asshole. Besides, nothing is more asshole-ish than yelling ‘asshole!’ in front of kids and other assholes when, after all, you’re the asshole that threw out too many weakass, asshole-like attacks in vain to be able to close the gap some asshole created in front of you, especially knowing full well that you have no other assholes on your side that can help save your ass.

Thanks to Niko for putting us up in Downtown Chi-Town. It’s not really my kind of town, but I now definitely see why it is a lot of people’s kind of town. 

I drove 18 hours yesterday, eating only a half a bag of hot pepper cheese curds that melted my lips off, lots of jolt gum, and a pack of dried beef.  I made three stops other than gas: The Mars Cheese Castle, The Adult SuperStore in Friendship, Wisconsin (I was curious), and The Super 8 that offered free wireless so that I could submit an assignment I had forgotten about and remembered around hour 8.  I caught a glimpse of just how many deer there are in Eastern Montana, where my folks live, as it seemed like that PeeWee Herman movie in the 80s where he turns on the light and it’s animals all over the place.  I felt like I was playing dodgeball, only I was against the wall and the deer were being thrown at me.

On that note, I’m gonna go ride bike, 

BB

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