Looks like I'm going to be a once a week kind of poster right now.  That whole thing called work is really biting into my artistic ability to churn out witty repartee, or just turn some words into 1's and 0's.  Really? Witty?  No.  Maybe just sarcastic comments -my speciality. 

I have been so removed from ProCycling right now I couldn't tell you anything or even comment on what is going on.  The only thing I know is the UCI is the evil empire.  'Nuff said.  I've been following some Pros on Twitter and Ted King got busted up in Philly, and Craig Lewis broke his femur over in Europe, double ouch.  We have a new National champ in Matt Busche of RadioShack.  Other than that you better go to CyclingNews or Velonews.  Maybe if I got paid to do this I would have more time and I could write so much more and entertain you at work or on the john.

Tulsa Tough was this weekend and it was an absolute blast.  To be part of an event such as Tulsa Tough is an awesome feeling.  This feeling is why I race in the first place.  I race to be Pro, or should I say be like?  I will never be Pro, but lining up in a race makes me feel Pro.  Racing for me is not about winning, I know that is what mediocrity says and I resemble that, but it is true.  I race to race, as we say "I like to ride my bike really fast".  Results are fun and I do like to do well, but I love racing with my teammates and friends.  It makes the race the Race, the living breathing organism that is part flesh and blood and part carbon fiber machine.  This organism is never the same, it is always different and ever-changing.  Forest said "it's like a box of chocolates...".  I think it's more like drinking the water in Mexico -it's risky: sometimes you win and sometimes you get the S*** beat out of you.

Isn't that beautiful?  Pain. Suffering. Winning. Losing.  Coming in as packfill is my job and I will do my job and love it, yeah... maybe it's because that's all I'm good for, or maybe I just love to ride my bike really fast.