are sometimes smooth and silky, and other times tired and tight.

Sunday, July 26, 2009

Hang the DJ

You've just finished the most stressful race of your life, fighting back rivals and supposed teammates. All you want to do is kick back and celebrate, but before that there's a small ceremony, in front of thousands of live witnesses, and millions watching on TV. The culmination of which is towhen your your national anthem plays to the Parsian public.

Only one small problem, someone played the Der er et yndigt land, instead of the Marcha Real.


Sunday, July 19, 2009

No Podium for You

So say the Badger.

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Friday, July 17, 2009

Chance encounters

It was warm, and slightly humid. At least warm and humid for Amsterdam.

I decide to go for a short ride, out to the Ronde Hoep. Nice and easy. No helmet, just sunglasses and cap. Since the sun was out, I put some oil on my legs, hoping to catch some extra tan. In short - i was being a big poseur.

Until two weeks ago, it was only took a hop, skip, and a jump to get out of town. Now I'm in the center, and have to go across town. While it takes more time, and can be a pain with all of the red lights, i prefer it. It reminds me that i'm living in a city (or something like a city).

Anyway, I'm making my way to the Amstel, and I pass a woman, wearing a green dress, and a black shirt. something about the profile that i catch out of the corner of my eye seems familiar.

I turn, and realize who it is.

Hala, I shout.

Who's that?, she asks.

Then she realizes it's me, and tells me that she's just back from seeing our mutual friend - which is how we know each other - in London.

Then I realize that I'm in my bike clothes, and suddenly become too self conscious for my own good. We exchange a few pleasantries, and I say goodbye.

After all of these years, you'd think I'd have gotten over that. Maybe it was the oil on the legs?

Monday, July 13, 2009

Rest day = Jury day.

Monday, July 13th. Rest day at the Tour de France.

As it happens, it's also a rest day for yours truly. What's a boy to do on his rest day? Help out wit the sign in and whatnot at his local training race.


Andre, the man who makes it all happen.


Rene and Floris, doing their thing for our thing.


Fashion faux pas.



Saturday, July 4, 2009

Flashback '99


It's a little difficult to believe that this was the issue of Cycle Sport that was on the shelves ten years ago.