Accused, Cranking & Creaking

Today I woke up to find more allegations from Floyd "Patch on my balls" Landis. No, not at the Uni-baller, but at me! He claims that over the past few years while I was traveling out of state to races, and even as recent as last week while at the Cranky Monkey, I called him to check on the beer in my fridge and that I repeatedly instructed him on how to drink beer with ABV levels of over 7% to excess. These allegations are positively false. I have no affiliation with Floyd whatsoever. Never have. The beer did NOT need checked on and was just fine in my fridge. Furthermore, while I do enjoy many fine beers with ABV levels at 7 to 10%, the beer in my fridge was in fact Sierra Nevada Stout which comes in at a mere 5.8%. I have asked him to STOP texting me, calling and e mailing me. I seriousy don't know how the dude even got my number. I will not be pursuing legal action. I have dealt with these accusations my entire sub par, extremely amateur, racing career and won't waste my time or money to once again clear my name. So put that in your little crack pipe of accusations and Floyd!

Now, more about me- Wednesday was a wet 2.5 hour ride in the rain with great legs. Thursday was mere 2 hour ride in the beautiful sun with legs that felt like they were filled with cement and a bike that was feeling the effects all that rain and grit. The creaking from various moving parts and some NON moving parts was maddening. Especially when trying to haul my lycra clad carcass up the hills of WPA. UG!

There were several points during the ride (miles 1, 5, 19, 15, and 20ish) that I was going to abort. But instead just told myself to keep pedaling, 'cause even though I feel like a sack-O-feecus, the sun was out and I was craving vitamin D like a smack fiend craves... well, smack I guess.

Even though it looks like the rain will hold off 'till later, and tomorrow looks like a wash out (so far), I am chilling, doing some work, and working my slack. All that, and lubing the Campeon beyond the chain.

Time to start my day I guess.

Later.