After yesterday's hangover debauchery, I felt a 'cross ride was needed and today's ride did not disappoint. I let my mind wander a bit as I rode out to my usual stomping grounds, slipping through the snowy air and passing over several frozen creeks. I couldn't help but think about the rumors that cyclocross might be added to the Olympic Winter Games. How awesome would that be for the sport? Being my usual skeptical self, I quickly wrote off the thought since people seem to very much enjoy curling and ice dancing and would never give up their beloved "sports" to make room for mud- and snow-caked cyclists, and (by default) beer.
And as long as we're putting quotation marks around things, I saw another "cyclist" out on the W&OD today. He was "riding" a Cervelo P1, resting comfortably on his aerobars wearing a helmet cover, puffy jacket, tights, and a facemask. I was hoping to dare him into licking his cold aluminum frame in the hopes that his tongue would freeze to it, but decided to quiet my raging hatred for all things aero with an Italian Store sub. Plus, I'm just not clever enough to convince a triathlete to get off his aerobars. They seem to be very attached to those things and any attempts would surely result in surly violence.
Monday, January 26, 2009
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