I Can Admit When I'm Wrong... CUSS!

Today proved to be no different than the past few days.... I should have rode outside 'cause we ain't got no snow and the weather was PERFECT (40 and sunny), but work got in the way and I rode the trainer. As Mr. Fox would say... CUSS!!! Too much to do + not enough hours in the day + Wifey's bowling night = me on the trainer for an hour and hating life. OK, that seems strong.

Today was the sort of day that was rip fore riding too, the sort of day that I will kick my own self in the balls for not riding. But that's just the way it is. Shit needs done, shit gets done. Period, dash CUSS!

After I picked B-Man up at school I did get to shoot over to Mo-Mo for some Stan's goo and an injector. Mmmm.... goooo.... mmmm..... injector. Now the Spearfish is aired up good. I still need a new rim and a new valve core for the El Mariachi, but I am getting there. Slowly.


Jury is out on how long it takes for me to stick that nozzle in one of my orifices'.

In other news; The new issue of Rouleur showed up on Monday. Freaking GOOD! Love that mag. All other mags (other than XXC Magazine) can suck it. Shit, I don't even REALLY dig road racing and that mag has me loving it. I used to think that the text was too "flowery," but in hindsight I think I was just not in the right frame of mind. The best part is their coverage of old school racing. Back when the peloton had some ballz and often the roads were made of dirt.

OK, time to take my tired ass to bed and say halfheartedly that I will ride outside tomorrow.

Later.