Floyd...Who Cares.

Everybody is all boo-hoo over Floydieboy's positive for ballsack patches and I could really give a shit. Just as Floyd said in his SI interview, regardless of the outcome, this has all cast a big black cloud over him for the rest of his career. Sucks for him. At least he made some good money before he got popped.

And all this nonsense about it ruining the sport is just stupid too. It's a big deal because the media sensationalizes it. Why can't the media do like they did with baseball, and continue to do with football: just forget about it? Let's not forget that these guys are, after all is said and done, paid entertainers.

If Kid Rock is really guilty, he probably just got his dosage wrong. From what I gather from the testosterone stuff I looked up, there's at least two or three products that could have been used to aid in recovery. Looks like Mr. Lim needs to retake Pharmacology 101.

Backwards circles

Doin backwards circles on the fixie is the shit. Too bad I'm not that good at them yet. I've practiced once late at night...because it's so farkin' HOT during the day. I've got the bike to go around about 3/4 of the way, then I become a wuss, sprout a vagina and put a foot on the ground. If you wanna know what I'm talking about, go to youtube or googlevideo and look up backwards circles. Guaranteed rockstar-style shit! All the kids are gonna be doing it next year, you watch.

HOT!

Holy Jeebus! It's been hot as balls lately! Since I don't like doing anything more than breathing when it's as hot as it's been, I haven't touched my bike in about a week. Earlier in the year this may have bothered me, but now I don't really give a hoot. I'll train a bit more for one or two more crits so I don't show up and make a complete fool of myself. That is, of course, if this heat ever goes away.

Danger! Danger!

I'm not sure when it happened, perhaps it happened so gradually I never really knew it was coming. Creativity and the ability to think for myself has kinda left me. I can't remember the last time I had something interesting to say or could make a worthwhile contribution to any discussion. Excitement for anything other than riding my bike (not racing), and sleeping is hard to come by.

I know what did it. Work. More specifically, doing a job I have no passion for and which demands more of me than I am willing to give. It has sucked the cool right out of this Joe Cool.

I know what I have to do to fix the problem too. I can't fix it right away though. The fixing will take some time and planning, squirreling away resources and lining up ducks, or something like that. The fix will be good. Thinking about it makes me smile. Shit, I'm even a little excited about it.

fer chrissake, man!

Sleep ain't so easy when the little wheels in the brain-box are spinning out of control.

Going to work is bad enough. Having to do it on very little sleep is absolute torture.

Skin...

The mound of rotting flesh on my leg has gone away and now looks like nice, normal, just crashed on and healed, skin. Most of the skin that went missing at the BurlyGames Crit has grown back, with the exception of this troublesome patch on my elbow, which happens to be right where the nastiest scar on my body already lives. This is just fantastic because it means that the scar will now just get even bigger and nastier. Everyone that sees it tells me that I should get it taken care of because, well, you know, it's nasty. I figure I'll just roll with it and keep on using it as my primary method of slowing down in crashes. By the time I'm done racing, the elbow will either be completely covered in one giant scar, and therefore have a somewhat uniform appearance, or it will continue on in its current state, only bigger and nastier than ever.

Growing skin is fun stuff. Kinda like raising a plant, only faster and a bit more involved. Get it right and moderately deep road rash is fixed in a week. Get it wrong and you have a stinky mound of not so healthy stuff, which itself can be healed fairly quickly if handled properly.

Right. Skin. Good Times.