I have made sure not to blog for sometime now so I could soak in every ounce of excitement from my big victory the other night. Some of you may think it is shallow and rude of me to do that, but I have a lady to impress and what better way to impress her than to have a website that is dedicated to myself AND my victories?
I have had a pretty eventful weekend that was full of riding bicycles, watching NASCAR, taking tests and watching movies based on NASCAR. So I will give you the real quick skinny on everything.
First, I took my placement tests for Metro State University. They say that you canít fail these tests as there isnít a grade. But I assure that I did better than everyone else in that room when I took my test on Saturday. How do I know this? I just do. I was spot on during all of the tests, especially the reading comprehension part. The only part I struggled with was the multiplication of fractions. When I got to this part I just laughed at the stupidity/uselessness of such a problem and didnít even attempt to answer it, because if I did answer it I would be giving legitimacy to such a useless task.
Second, I went to go see Talledega Nights with (dis)pencer and Tuffy. It was a pretty good movie. I found myself laughing a ton and it was a good way to pass the time. I would recommend the movie to anyone. I think the best part about the movie was the ďbad guy.Ē He is that dude from Da Ali G Show on HBO and played an awesome French Formula ďUnĒ driver. This character was the perfect antithesis of a Southern Gentlemans hero; French, Formula One and Gay. Brilliant.
Thirdly, I did a really long ride today with (dis)pencer. We did the Afton loop which included the Grand Coulee climb and a bunch of sprints to town line signs. I think we finished with about 68 miles to our credit. Not to bad of a day. I think we only got honked at twice and I am pretty sure each time was because we just looked so darn cute to the teenage girls that were driving by.
During the ride I tried out this new electrolyte/energy drink mix from New Zealand. Some Kiwi sent it to me and said it was all super-duper and good for you. So I decided to dump the Hornet Juice into my water bottle. It didnít have much flavor, a good thing in my opinion, and it seemed to help me recover enough to put the hurt down during all of the big climbs in the east metro. Check out their website at
Lastly, I just spent the last 4 hours of my life watching the Brickyard 400. I canít think of a better way to possibly spend a beautiful summer day than sitting inside down in the basement watching some raciní on NBC. I must say that the coverage on NBC is 20x better than the crap they try to pass off as raciní over on FOX. The #19 didnít do so hot for me today so I found myself cheering for the #9 who crashed on the last lap. But the day belonged to (dis)pencer and the #48 who completed the ďdoubleĒ of winning Daytona and Indianapolis in the same year.
The race was really exciting at the end when a caution flag came out with 15 laps to go. The drivers had to make a decision of whether to pit or stay out for the last 13 laps. The #48 went in to get 4 tires while the #8 stayed out and led for a few laps. When the #8 went in the lead the crowd went nuts. But the #48 killed it in the end and chugged the milk.
Some of you like to make fun of NASCAR. I make fun of it all of the time too. I donít think it is a sport, but I do think it is fun to watch. Ask yourself what is different between NASCAR and bike racing? Both groups are passionate about what we do and both look like dorks when they walk around wearing their uniforms. All of the tracks are different and have different tendencies just like the different velodromes around the country. Both groups have loyal followings of fans and amateur racers that do it for their love of the sport.
Now you can be shallow and make fun of the fans mullets, lack of teeth, failure to recognize the victory of the North and the lack of singing talent of Toby Keith. Anyone can do that. But only a few can really begin to understand the skill it takes to drive a car at 200mph for over 4 hours in a 120degree car without air conditioning.
Better recognize. Plus, I enjoy turning left. You might remember that I am the State Chump at it.
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