The holeshot. It’s like a unicorn carrying a pot of gold, snorting rainbows out of its nose. It’s a magic door à la Alice in Wonderland or Narnia. And it’s a small door. And if the Socks can get me through it “just so…” I’ll end up on the podium.
I sent this image taken by Jim Heuck — Six Degrees to Slush, to Tall Southern Guy and he replied, “You’re like that little bunny they send out in front of the hounds.”
The cats roared and the whiskey flowed. Actually the whiskey gushed and then ran out. I’m sitting here thinking about last weekend’s races, cycling, and sponsorship. All of this in a random and rushed order, just on the edge of my conscious, while I’m working on something else. It’s more of a distraction. My thoughts, […]
I did something last week I haven’t done in a while. I took the week off. No cycling. No running. However, concerned that I might have a nervous break-down from going cold turkey, I did sport some tall-girl socks a few times over the weekend. Just a couple of pairs from last year’s collection that […]
A few images from Sock Series 2011 Boulder Cup 2 Xilinx. Images are courtesy of Mountain Moon Photography.
Cyclocross season 2011 C’est arrivé, and with it my new wardrobe of socks. Don’t know what I’m talking about? Last year, in an attempt to have a new outlook on cycling and have some fun racing, with just a dash of artistic sensibility, I devised the Sock Series. There are some new twists for Sock Series […]
And the Sock Saga continues… Wow! This past weekend was #6 in the series. You can take a peak at all the pics on Flickr. But I dedicate #6 to the spectator. Sorry in advance for the blog length, but well, it was a long day.
Always in it for the long haul. Even if sometimes uphill. I’m not certain if this is my strongest attribute or my biggest downfall. Basically it could go either way. But, I have the tenacity of a terrier. I simply hate to quit. This is probably the best mind-set a person can have with a […]
The unwritten rules of cycling fashion.
“Their race will be just as hard as mine,” I muttered to myself. The Tall Southern Guy yells up the stairs, “What did you say?” I don’t answer, but keep talking to myself as I gather my stuff: Cycling shorts, jersey, gloves, arm warmers (just in case), plus stuff to change into after the race […]