Keeping Tempo: 4-10-08

Have you hugged your bike today? I mean, really hugged it?*

• Fish's post on Commitment is one to look at. Yes, it's blatant plagiarism. But it's plagiarism wrapped in bike racing, and that makes it highly relevant, and therefore excusable.
• PLOJAA has more Tysons pics, mostly of the women's elite race.
• I don't have much else to say on Tyson's, other than that if this is your car, Il Nessie, you have hereby relinquished all rights to complain about how expensive bike racing is.
• If you ever take Davey Z seriously for just one day, let it be today. Mark Sommers points us to Yield to Life, the Slipstream speedster's initiative to promote safe space for cyclists on the road. Both Dave and Mark were struck by inattentive motorists, but both have recovered and now one of them is really friggin fast. Dave's form is starting to come along nicely though.
• Meat? El Carne. Meet El Carne.
• The Unholy Rouleur knows it's spring by the return of the Bike Trail Guys to the region. Grab your BTG field guide here.
• Eli writes in to remind me to remind you about the Women's Cycling Clinic at Sonoma this Saturday (4/12). Here's the flyer with all the deets.
• Now I know how Dr Frankenstein must have felt.

*Yeah, I don't know what that crap at the top is either. You try writing lead-ins for Keeping Tempo every day and let's see how long it takes before you hit the wall.

Comments

[Poke the Bear]

@SoFauxPro: What do you mean? Misspelled whining doesn't make you go faster?

[The Fatguy Racer]

Faux Pro eh? Nice find. A real class act.

Question?

Why did you guys who left comments on his blog write anything other than:

"Hey FP - Quit hiding behind your anonymous blog and go f*#k yourself!"

WTF do you care about what this douchbag says about you?

Tell him to show his face or shut the hell up.

[Walter]

Hey Fatguy, I was trying to be polite as any comments I left wouldn't be anonymous. I also misunderstood the intent of SFP's postings.

As my kids have started to tell me recently: sometimes I live in a world where we all eat rainbows and poop butterflies.