it'll look even cooler
when we're wearing our team unis at the office. wonderTriplet powers, activate!!
korea (north)
The ramblings of Team Weak and Feeble (Sven Cole, Dennis Morgan, Josh Mac, Nick Lebel, and Abe Wrobleski) as we prepare for the Jay Challenge mountain bike race.
when we're wearing our team unis at the office. wonderTriplet powers, activate!!
ok so Abe tells me there are 151 days left till the race. That's not that much time. If we go out and get in 70 feet of climbing every day till the big event we'll have climbed the 10,500 feet.
Abe and I logged an hour of saddle time last night (insert totally crass comment here). Up over Davis, up Gulf Rd and a sprint for the Mill St./Old Mill Rd intersection. We went for another climb up Davis but Abe has been subscribing to the Drunk Cyclist nutrition plan and he ended up spray painting the pavement with his dinner- so my second ride up Davis was solo, but Abe did get in an extra ab workout.
Woke up and slammed my eldow in the doorway as I stumbled out of the bedroom, spilled hot coffee on my lap, slipped on a pair of shoes at the top of the basement stairs and I'm quite sure I broke my big toe (or at least it feels that way!)- but I did ride into work so I can feel like I've done something.
Abe will be most happy as the girls ice sklating starts tonight. Peddling? Not sure what that is. Alls I know is Alta has gotten about 400" of pow this winter and I leave Saturday for some real altitude training.
..for one day and the boys start goin'at'cha like you're nickname is Pumkin and there's a new pick of you and your girly.
I'm sure we can all appreciate the tribute to Chuck, but what does that have to do with Sven's grooming habits of his taint?
Sven's undercarriage = Sven's man beard?
You count with me, it was 2 deuraillers. Remember you had to ride back and get the car on Peaked ,and yes there was the day I busted the deurailler and chain on red tail. Brakes, I didn't lose my brakes. That was just an excuse to take aim at said toblerone.
i don't recall me ever having any "technical difficulties" on any rides—although i'm sure i've seen another one of us break a (count with me now) deurailler and a chain, along with losing his breaks completely and very nearly killing himself and toblerone (although that would have been OK).
SO I hear Nick got his nipple pierced and needs help putting the ring in? You GG folks are an odd bunch.
so if Nick gets a flat, he needs help to change it, if Nick breaks a chain he needs help fixing it- so Nick goes to buy and earing and he needs help "installing" it.....
Sure, we can all agree that Nick has good taste, but the real question is what does this say about her taste?
You sat on down figured it out, what Blue's Clue's was all about, wow your really smart. Come on Dennis, I would expect more from you. Yes sorry I forgot to sign my post, but thanks to our own Korea Fried Beans, we all know who posted that now. It was I, lover of ice capades, figure skating, Gold's Gym and Balco. Mostly Balco, how sweet would the ice capades be if they were all on "BALCO Juice." That I would pay to see. "And down goes Mickey, Minnie with a left to the jaw, and Goofy comes out of no where."
first off, let me say this is nick posting, otherwise known as north korea and many other witty variations on that proper name.
It's Friday, it's February and it's 50 degrees out, we're taking the kids to Monster's on Ice tomorrow and I got off my ass last night and worked out. Here's a song to celebrate. "http://www.bobo-t-clown.com/"
SO I get all this flack for not going on this Wed. night "training" ride and you three sallys end up sitting on the couch eating bon-bons? To think I almost wanted to leave the party I was at that had an open bar to go ride. Glad I quashed that thought before I actually had it.
I have no problem making fun of myself. I just recall a posting early on requiring we abuse others. I'm usually the first one to make fun of myself, look who I hang around with. The pic Sven posted could likley have even come from my camera. See if I share any more pics with him.
...you don't have any incriminating pictures of yourself, do ya, dennis... hey, if you can't laugh at yourself, you can't make fun of other people at your full potential.
I thought the point of this blog was to belittle others, not make fun of ourselves. Isn't to point to abuse each other, not self-abuse? Self-abuse should be done in the privacy of one's home, not in a public forum such as this.
I cannot believe that Mr. Cole would stoop to the point of posting a photo like the one he did, Has he no shame? Has he no pride? I bet he didn't get spousal approval to post that pic. Makes one wonder what he will do to try to make others look bad. I guess the whole waxing thing must have hit close to home so to speak. Maybe there is some hairy issues that need attending to. I guess I am suprised and disappointed at the sad persoanl attack. I'm going to start raising money to send Sven to a day spa, or maybe a week spa (cause it might take that long) to have a professional deforest him properly, maybe a dip in s vat of nair is in order.
were you to look into the mind of the subject of the below photos, this is what i think you'd find:
who's the big sally in this picture, crying like a baby and allowing these two feeble ladies to keep him down? i don't know who the big sissy boy is, but he ought to be ashamed of himself.
i'd be more worried about my "nether regions" resembling Mini-Me.
Sven is referring to his undercarriage. Do you remember the look of the cat on Austin Powers, I believe it was Mr. Bigglesworth?
I'm ready to shave- and not just my face. It's time for me to clean up my legs and look all sexy (maybe I'll need tan in a can)- cuz this winter just isn't cutting it.
A three-member arbitration panel from the International Court of Arbitration for Sport has unanimously rejected the appeal of American Tyler Hamilton, upholding his two-year suspension for a blood doping violation at the 2004 Vuelta a España.
It was cold, single digits. It was night, but somewhat light out- full moon and I was feeling ultra manley. The Olympics were on (but it was figure skating so only Dennis wanted to watch) so Abe and I went out for a spin. Good ride, Abe got cramps (It was that time of the month), I got cold but finally warmed up and stayed out for over an hour- twice up and over Davis on the Surley- I felt tough- damn skippy.
All is quiet cause we're hard at work preparing for the race. Pacing ourselves maybe. More likely sitting on the couch though. Hey the Olympics are on. Well, back to my training, or what ever it is that I do.
Where did all the smack talk go? We've gotten soft since the temps have dropped- what's the story?
But Studs are for sissies, I'd rather see Sven skid across the ice on his ass. Even though there were car tracks skidding into the snow bank, you'd think that would have given a clue to the ice under the snow. But now he has his studs on the Surley fixed gear for improved pedal cadence with a 46 X 18 gear ratio and a monochromatic paint scheme. Which all means nothing, but it he pushed it up Davis remember.
Interesting article on EMS about winter riding
dennis, that training regimen is perfectly accessible—carry on!
I got up, took a shower, ate some breakfast, waited for the school bus, dropped a kid off at daycare and am now sitting on my ass until about 5PM or so. Then I'll go to my kid's school for a concert and sit on my ass some more, but I have to leave early to go to a meeting where I can sit on my ass and maybe drinkl a beer or two. Then I'll sit in my car and drive home where I'll probably sit ont he couch until I decide to go to bed. Of course I'll do this all at pace and in my big ring on my single speed fixie, blah blah blah.
Ok so who wants to start riding in to work again? I rode in this am and felt like crap, so that tells me I'd better start riding again! Normally the commute takes 25 mintues, today took 35 and I was killing myself. I kept telling my legs it was because of the extra 5lbs of rotating mass I put on my wheels (damn studded cross tires are freaking heavy)- I was glad I put a 46T on the front- cuz I don't think I could have made the 50T go anywhere this AM. There now I've laid some tech talk for you to rip on, now I need to drop a name, hmmmmm. I got nothing at the moment but I'll think of something.
What does that mean, couple miles at "Pace"? Pace, there's a nicely defined term. Who's pace? Mine or Svens? If thats the case, then its not much of a pace. Are you somehow trying to guilt me into training, well its not gonna work. I've already started saving my pennys to pay for the post race beer as I figure I will be earning that honor.
couple of miles on the treadmill at pace, one mile interval (45-second sprint), (45-second slow jog). i know sven's keeping up, and abe's juicing to play arcade football, but what about the rest of you's?
Now that the Steelers are victorious, I can now devote myself, well at least 3-5% of my free time to start training. Figure that should be planty. I could go for some more wings, but I want some hot ones this time.
The only two names I'm about to drop are those of Nick and Dennis- and I'm going to drop one more name (I know I'll regret this) Chuck Norris, as he's going to roundhouse kick both of you back to your mothers womb.
because sven is the kinda guy who knows olympians and pros and stuff...
Racing the North Conway Derby on Feb 18th, participating in the Challenge where you call somebody out and start talking smack. So I was picking on people who I know can't make the race date due to small events like the Olympics and the such. Then I call out by buddy Ward, cuz I know he's out in New Mexico training at altitude- so he's far away. He then bounces back that he'll be back by the 11th and that he'll see me at the starting line. Can I get into race shape in a week and a half? Anyone know any place where you can get Lypo cheap? I'm gonna get my ass kicked- but it'll be fun.
How can you say you look tough? You're not wearing any lycra? Or at least any that's visable.
i've had one hell of a time so far learning how to ride with our merry band of misfits, freaks and satanists (the lawyer). being on the low end of the riding scale (and being the biggest fatass) has helped push me to be a better rider (and slightly less of a fatass), and the kind of toughness you develop balancing your ass on two wheels is a total mental exercise - knowing that at any time you could just say "screw this, this is stupid, i'm just going to drink a beer", but your brain and your buddies just call you a pussy.
I never called anyone one an idiot. In fact I applaud Abe for taking on the task. I just said I don't think I would make the same decision, and not because I don't think its a good idea, more cause I am too lazy to do what it takes to make it, along with the fact that I'm just too damn old and fragile.
One thing about our usual riding crew. We're all in the same realtive ballpark. There is no superstar among us, sure we have our freaks and miscreants, but thats about it. I like to compete as much as the next guy, but the important thing is knowing when to take the chance and sprint for the line. Know your competition. Its fine if I do it with you guys cause I hope I have a chance of being there at the line. I guess part of it is knowing your limits and and not necessarily accepting them, but know what you're working with. That being said, I think Abe is nuts. I hope he has a blast and doesn't get hurt. Not sure if I would make the same decision if I was him or had his metabolism. We're in for wings on Sunday, GO STEELERS!!!
"Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well-preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn-out, shouting, 'Holy shit! What a ride!'" - Unknown
THis is based solely on my personal experience and observations of others, but you see it quite often that "athletes" don't realize the glory days have long since passed and their physical skills have deteriorated to the point that they cannot compete at the level they were accustomed to (or more likely thought they competed at). Instead, these folks who want to think that they still have it, assuming they ever did, and make some feeble attempt to relive days gone by. For me, I was only good in my own mind. I gave up long ago trying to be really good at anything. I realized that to be really good at something, you had to be committed to it; to put in the hours of training, dedicate yourself to pain and suffering; and have unliumited hall pass privileges. Ultimately I wasn't willing to train, suffer or even ask for the hall passes. As a result I have resigned myself to joyful mediocrity. Content that I can be almost fit enough to not puke on every ride and from time to time actually ride faster than the next guy. Sure there's some competitive spirit that is telling me to put in the extra that it would take, but then that is quickly washed away as a really fit single guy with no kids and a fat trust fund goes ripping by me on his zooted out rig. I can't and don't want to compete with that. So with this realization in mind, I guess thats why I ride with the guys I ride with. No one is too pretentious, caught up with themselves, and is just out to have a good time; or it could be none of them beat me that badly and don't make that much fun of me when they do.
I’m ready to move beyond the night of shots, suffice it to say it was a bad choice on my part. Thank you to Dennis for reminding me of my past indiscretions, I aspire to being as clear-headed about my drinking decisions as the wise one. Time to move on.