There's no comedy here, people!

-Thursday afternoon, drive from Portland to Manchester for my flight to Tulsa. Wrench my back from swinging my bike bag up on to the shuttle like I'm Matt Svatek or something. Pain for the rest of the day.

-Plane's not there, delayed, but still with enough time to make my connection in Detroit.

-While boarding, woman on plane gets sick, deplanes, EMTs, the whole bit. More delays.

-Land with 15 minutes before my connection. Race across two terminals, which in Detroit meant a shuttle, hallways, escalators. Plane is long gone.  read more »

Check this out:

http://handcancel.net/2009/05/27/before-there-were-these-there-were-these/

Fellow City of Champions escapee Handcancel has been doing some 'zine related blog entries this week, and included a scan and summary of my 'zine from high school.

Yes, in fact, that is me, doing a front side ollie on the brick banking outside the T-stop at Government Center, circa late 1988.  read more »

Remind me to bitch about people who are dumb enough to walk around in flip flops and compression tights at the same time. Too busy right now.

If you'd been organizing a bike race since 1940, you'd think at some point you could finally start to give real start times:

http://www.tourofsomerville.org/monday/race.htm  read more »

From an e-mail to someone asking about where I thought Garmin fucked the sprint up today:

I watched it live, and then again now, and thought they were fucking it up all over the place. I was glad they at least finally tried today.

1. They started way too soon.

2. Because they started to soon, they didn't go fast enough in the final K.

3. They never got organized. They were in two groups of two as they neared 1K to go, and should have been a train of 4. Dean had to bring Farrar up to Millar, but then Millar was already pulling off.  read more »