!!!!!!! Mr. MISANTHROPIC !!!!!

Just trudged away on the trainer for an hour. Everyone looked totally miserable in the gym…must be the weather making everyone all poopy. A few other guys were riding in there too, busting their asses doing trainer intervals. I guess those guys don’t race cross until December. I don’t know how they can be ramping it up like that this early. Good luck, fellers, I guess.

Afterwards, got a nice foot-long Eye-talian made lovingly by the gap-toothed crack ho’ Subway personal sub “artist”. Though, I did come close to backing out when I thought she was going to make my grinder sans gloves, but she came through and donned the hand-condoms at the last minute.  As they say, “no glove, no love”. Yuk yuk yuk.

Wow, got up to almost 50 degrees today. Not too bad for January in New England. I keep telling people that we’ve been really lucky with the weather, and all I get is stupid looks. I don’t remember doing this much riding outdoors last winter. I’ve only had to bust out the “Gund” shorts a handful of times so far.

Did 3 hours of slow solo base miles today. It felt damn good riding by myself. Not the 90 mile hammerfest like last week’s AFD group ride debacle. I doubt I’ll attempt that ride again until I get back from the trip to Pastaland in March. Then it’ll be time to start doing intervals too…unbelieveable that the first road race is only 2 months away. Seems like I just put my gear away after nationals.

I’ve been on the horn, trying to muster up someone to ride with tomorrow. Matt D. has some family obligations, or something, and Chuck is on some kind of skiing adventure up north. When are these guys going to get their priorities straight? : ) Dungbot out

Today for lunch, I hit up the ghetto Subway to get my regular post-workout, 6″ Tuna grinder on Eye-talian. 

Hours later, I just reached into my pocket to count my change to see if I can afford a candy bar from the vending machine. Unfortuantely, I can’t, but what I do have, is a remarkable array of coins given to me by the ex-crack whore cashier at Subway. I will now attempt to describe what I’m looking at:

1. A quarter that somebody has painted red (1979).
2. A penny, that, I don’t know how to explain this…is “dented” and has a sharp edge to it now (1990).
3. A nickel that looks as though it may have spent time up somebody’s ass. I’m seriously afraid to scrape off the crud, and find out the date.
4. A pretty new looking penny (1990)

So, yeah. Only 32 cents, hence no candy bar. Plus - my hands smell funny now. Guess I have to starve until I can hit the Pho Paradise after work.

Well, I’m back. I’m trying out this new blog system. I’m thinking that instead of the old format, I might just post funny photos, and talk mostly about bike racing and stuff. I don’t think anyone was reading the ole philospohical / hate bullshit before, plus I’m starting to think it was bad for my karma, or something.  

I’m off to Italy in exactly 1 month, so I should be able to make some funny posts and pics from there as well, as I’ll be hooked up with modern internet access at Ari’s pad in Roma.