If You Had Fun, You Won!

This was the slogan plastered on the backs of the t-shirts worn by participants at freddy's kids' school rally/competition day.

Forget failed domestic policies, deteriorating foreign affairs, obesity, low test scores, and terrorists.

This slogan signals the beginning of the end of the United States of America.

Coming Clean

Well, now it seems that Lance and Moveitfred are the only two cyclists left who have never done the dirty.

But Moveitfred is going to change all that with the first Friday night circuit race.

Timeout

Bloggers, wouldn't it be great to spend a little time away? Isn't everyone longing for some R & R? How about a trip to a pleasant, warm locale? To a sparkling resort? With a few pools, a spa, tennis, nearby golf, delectable dining?




And to have a spacious, well-appointed suite to relax in with, say, a jacuzzi, fireplace, killer sound system, kitchen?




What about, oh for example, Scottsdale, Arizona? Sure, a little warm these days, but it's a dry, healthy, cleansing heat. Wouldn't that just be the nines?

If Moveitfred could only pull off something like this. But, alas, he has no money for such a fabulous escape. He can only dream...

Juxtaposition

Congratulations to all the graduates around this great land of ours. May you live long and prosper.



Oh, and just for the hell of it, here's someone from Italian TV.

Wood is alive.

These last few weeks have been an absolute waste of time for Heywood with regards to cycling. This last week has been the worst. Heywood found himself at work Monday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. That adds up to 120 hours at work this week. Monday was for a little extra spending cash for Mrs. Jablome while Saturday and Sunday were shift trades with another factory worker.

For Wood’s two days at home, he was hoping to spend copious amount of time atop his two-wheeled machine while ascending the mountains of God’s country. As with most of Wood’s well designed plans, shit happens. Tuesday morning started out as a glorious day with an abundance of rays from the local star shinning upon the hills. The plan, Big Cat was coming over to Heywood’s casa to pick him up and then the two of them shall drive to the brand new mountain bike skills course in the City off Folsom. This park has it all: three different elevated skinnies to ride, jump park, rhythm section and much more. Heywood and Big Cat were going to tear it up like two kids with not a worry in the world. Afterwards, the two riders were going to pick up the Chef and hit the trails for a short 25 mile ride. As Big Cat was driving down Wood’s driveway, the phone began to ring loudly. “Hello.” Shit. Someone in this great state of California was lost and a request was made for Heywood and his dog to join the other dog teams and locate the lost individual. Sorry Big Cat, ride is off for this day. So away we went. After a long afternoon and night, the lost person was found, not by Wood, but found none the less.

So Wednesday found Wood and the Chef on the road bike for about 45 miles. The two gained a few thousand feet while climbing to the town of Colfax just up the road. Traffic was light and the sun was bright. Heywood was just happy to get out on the bike for the first time this week. Thursday was back to the grind for the next four days. Please, let us all pray together that more time will be available next week for riding and contributing this blog.

The Wednesday day ride was supposed to include Big Cat but he was unable to attend due to the fact that his wife’s water broke. The flood gates were wide open and it was time to take her to the hospital. 30 hours later, Big Cat was the proud father of a little pussy cat. Congrats.

These first few days at work have been very busy for Wood. Wood imagines that this is what it feels like to get bent over and punished. Please, don’t ever let the boys go to prison.