It Was Morning Before the Cheering Died
I’m sitting here in presentations and still bored. Mind-numbingly bored. So much so that I can’t even find the inspiration to write this. I’ve been doodling the whole time, but nothing very substantial, art-wise, has come from it.
I think I’m gonna need to make some minor modifications to my road bike for my upcoming century. That part of Michigan is kinda hilly, so I think I’ll move the Shimano 105 12-25 cassette from my bulletproof training wheels to my much lighter good wheels. I don’t think my Ultegra 11-23 will be the best choice for the ride. I also am gonna flip my stem (it’s designed for that) so that instead of being at a flat angle (-17 degrees from the steerer), it’ll have a bit of a rise to it and I won’t have to stretch into any kind of flat back position to ride those hills. If that rise is too much I might order a cheapo carbon stem from Supergo. And then if I like it I might leave it on. I’m beginning to wonder if the drop from my saddle to the handlebars is just a tad too much and maybe that’s why my hands go numb a lot. But I really don’t see a need to buy a lot of gear this year. I do hope that 10 speed trickles down from the higher gruppos by the time I buy another bike in, like, 2007. Word on the street is that the Ultegra stuff will get the big double digits this year. Let’s hope it’s prettier than the 2004 Dura Ace.
Went poolside for a while this evening. There was a maybe 13 year old skinny boy and his slightly younger rotund sister. They splashed all over the pool together, apparently fondling each other underwater, from the sound of their squeals. It was yucky. And, yes, they were brother and sister, not young lovers. Or maybe they were. Ew. Another family came in to swim, and the inappropriate contact seemed to stop. Oh, and the pool was disgusting, it was way overheated and stepping in felt like walking into a vat of pee. And, yes, I know a thing or two about being peed on—but only from my two little boys in the middle of the night. I’m usually bone-tired at night and if (well, when is more like it) the boys, singly or together, climb into our bed I don’t notice—until the leakage occurs.
Shame on you for thinking anything else.
Dinner: an un-cyclist-y meal of a big hunk of sausage, ice cream, sushi, and pina colada coolers (“a malt beverage”). Plus, since it rained I didn’t get to sneak out of presentations for a ride. Perhaps tomorrow I’ll get home in time to go for the club ride.
I’m sitting here in presentations and still bored. Mind-numbingly bored. So much so that I can’t even find the inspiration to write this. I’ve been doodling the whole time, but nothing very substantial, art-wise, has come from it.
I think I’m gonna need to make some minor modifications to my road bike for my upcoming century. That part of Michigan is kinda hilly, so I think I’ll move the Shimano 105 12-25 cassette from my bulletproof training wheels to my much lighter good wheels. I don’t think my Ultegra 11-23 will be the best choice for the ride. I also am gonna flip my stem (it’s designed for that) so that instead of being at a flat angle (-17 degrees from the steerer), it’ll have a bit of a rise to it and I won’t have to stretch into any kind of flat back position to ride those hills. If that rise is too much I might order a cheapo carbon stem from Supergo. And then if I like it I might leave it on. I’m beginning to wonder if the drop from my saddle to the handlebars is just a tad too much and maybe that’s why my hands go numb a lot. But I really don’t see a need to buy a lot of gear this year. I do hope that 10 speed trickles down from the higher gruppos by the time I buy another bike in, like, 2007. Word on the street is that the Ultegra stuff will get the big double digits this year. Let’s hope it’s prettier than the 2004 Dura Ace.
Went poolside for a while this evening. There was a maybe 13 year old skinny boy and his slightly younger rotund sister. They splashed all over the pool together, apparently fondling each other underwater, from the sound of their squeals. It was yucky. And, yes, they were brother and sister, not young lovers. Or maybe they were. Ew. Another family came in to swim, and the inappropriate contact seemed to stop. Oh, and the pool was disgusting, it was way overheated and stepping in felt like walking into a vat of pee. And, yes, I know a thing or two about being peed on—but only from my two little boys in the middle of the night. I’m usually bone-tired at night and if (well, when is more like it) the boys, singly or together, climb into our bed I don’t notice—until the leakage occurs.
Shame on you for thinking anything else.
Dinner: an un-cyclist-y meal of a big hunk of sausage, ice cream, sushi, and pina colada coolers (“a malt beverage”). Plus, since it rained I didn’t get to sneak out of presentations for a ride. Perhaps tomorrow I’ll get home in time to go for the club ride.
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