Very Late TdF Post

Yeah, like I watched a fair bit of the TdF this year and a skinny British guy and his skinny British team didn't just win but dominated in a way that was so far from being Britsih!!

Mr B Wiggins got a bit pissed (as in angry, rather than tipsy) and let the newspaper guys have it at one point.

Just for posterity here is his repost.

"I say they're just fucking wankers. I cannot be doing with people like that.


"It justifies their own bone-idleness because they can't ever imagine applying themselves to do anything in their lives.

"It's easy for them to sit under a pseudonym on Twitter and write that sort of shit, rather than get off their arses in their own lives and apply themselves and work hard at something and achieve something.

"And that's ultimately it. Cunts."

So I guess he was a bit irritated. Just gotta hope his blood stays nice and pure.

Till next time girls and boys

DB

Can't Keep An Old Dog Down

Oh yeah!
Just cos I'm stuck up here in MI don't mean life is over - oh no! Got myself a fixie and a bad attitude, what more does a guy need? Just cos its a bit on the warm side - like historically hot - isn't gonna keep this dog in the kennel. TdF on the box, what more inspiration does a guy need. So choice made, gotta get out here and put some miles on the road.
Camelback filled to brim, even topped up on the sun screen and hit the road -whoa! Hotter than Nicole Kidman in "Dead Calm". Went South, didn't kill the old self but toughed it out for two hours before turned round for home.
Love the dirt roads in MI, teeth chattering, bone shaking, dust raising fun that needs to be tried to be believed. Corrugated sections made me wish I was somewhere else but what the heck. Three hours in and time to refuel. Hit a store in Dansville - not accepting cards so money a bit tight. need water and cheap calories, in full calorie melt-down. Gallon water, cosmic brownie and half dozen Donettes. Sit outside and tuck in.
Wow people in Dansville are big (less politically correctly - FAT!) All the adults I saw were impressive in their bulk. Not just over-weight but Sumo-stylee Freakin' massive. Waddling, leaning back to balance the gut 'kin huge. Fatsville USA!! Only ordinary-sized people I saw were the three young girls sitting in car outside store as I gorged myself on the cheap calories. Not exactly slender themselves, but at least i suspect they can still see their feet when they stand up. All I can say is "Get out of here as fast as you can girls, I've seen your future.... And it's obese".
So my day was freakin awesome 72 miles of fixie magic, over 4 hours in the saddle.
Oh Yeah!!

Till next time

DB

Awakening (Part 2)

Huh!
What the fuck?
(Sire the monster, it stirs)
Where the heck am I? What happened?
(My dark lord, your creation lives! The monster awakes)
(SHUT UP IGOR, LEAVE THE BEAST TO REVIVE)
Shit I'm still here, thought I was a gonna. But no, takes more than a relocation to Michigan to take this sucker down.
Just cos the trails are a bit on the shite-side and the old MTB has been relegated to gathering dust in the garage doesn't mean life is over. Heck no, time to get off the arse and make things happen.
Hang on kids, gonna be a wild ride I promise you.

Watch out DB's back (and I'm pissed off)

Till next time.

Awakening (part 1)

........... Huh?