Mission Accomplished

Well, my legs finally showed up thank god! Amazing concept, a rest day where you actually rest! Anyway, CCCX MTB #2 was good, felt solid almost the whole race. Except for the first five seconds though, where I came out of my pedals and almost skewered my nuts on my handle bars. Once I got going I felt good. Tried to recover from near disaster, and slotted up in the front group. Once we hit the group that started in front of us all hell broke loose. I lost track of who was in my group, and people were passing each other like a Benz passing a Yugo on the autobahn. Kept the HR under control and picked off a few dudes each lap. With one to go I was with two guys, one on a CXer, and another guy we had just caught, he had been spit out of the front group and was hating life. Sucks for him. Anyway I jumped them on a tight section around a lapped rider, got a good gap and could see the next guy just up the road. When I got there it was Mark Able, 45+A crosser super stud. I was stoked just to catch him. We worked together and the guys behind us were long gone. As we came to the finish Mark gave me the front spot cause he is not in the series. Thanks Mark, seriously cool sportsman! The rain held off, I got a medal for fourth! Which is the tin medal or something, but I am not complaining. Afterwards I went to work and am chillin waiting for the shit to break loose. Well, maybe not, would be nice to get a good night sleep. No beer of the Blog cause I am at work. But I am thinking of getting a Duvel when I go home. Belgium ale rocks. Hopefully going to hook up with my homie Toddco this week. Some Sacto hang time. Oh yeah, some chick at the race to day said I had "great legs", that frickin' rocks!! The older you get the more you realize that shit ain't gonna happen forever. Chicks that race are the coolest.

It seems like everyday something happens in Iraq that makes me go WTF! I can't believe that there are still people defending the W. Just when you think that shit hole can't get any worse... You have got to be kidding me. Let us not digress into the realm of negativity my brother. Keeping it real! Had a killer "date" with the old lady last night. Of course that was after I had a shot of Patron (silver of course!) and a pint of Spaten draft, yum. Things got good in a hurry, chips and salsa at my favorite Mex spot. The night only got better. It is amazing how good a live mariachi band sounds after a good meal and a few mood altering beverages. After my crazy ass week, I needed it. That may be my pre race routine from now on since things went so well. I will end on this note,

rain drops now fall
curious cleansing on
the cheeks of the streets

a blade of grass
under the soil
is hopeful for sunlight

so am I.


Dos sopas,

VJ

Where oh where are my legs?

I was inspired by Hernando's blog so I thought I would get my flow on. Here goes.

Frittle frit, frittle frat
I went for the sprint and the sprint bit back.

My legs starting to come undone
Like a ball of yarn
the cat bats around

My lungs can't bring in enough air
My heart to the limit
is the only sound

Failure is the seed
of all future doubt
till the next sprint comes
with a triumphant shout.

Pescadero,

VJ

Beer of the blog - Bass

Green Weenie

Here is a picture of my gremlins getting a water bottle and autograph from three time world TT champ Mick Rogers. I was tottally stoked, my kids of course didn't even care. It must have felt like torture, "Yeah kids, let's go watch the prologue before we spend the day at Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk". The race was fun, but I blew off the time trial today, in lieu of my own ride. Well that ended up sucking, my legs felt like crap. Which of course made me mental, "why do I ride so much when I suck so bad", till I have a good ride when I'll be looking for a pro contract. I love how one bad ride makes you contemplate the meaning of life and all it's suckiness, when I should have have been thankful for the awesome weather. Yeah, whatever. CCCX MTB #2 this weekend, the legs better come around.

Went to the Cruz this past weekend, when you think that you are Joe liberal, go down to the Cruz. What a freak show. I would love to see W in this town. Of course the hippies would riot in the street, the City Council would pass an ordinance seceeding from union. A new county is born, the republic of the Cruz! Except for that time warp that is the boardwalk. Man it is almost embarrassing seeing all the tourists. They must be confused not to be able to find an Outback Steak House. Our hotel room smelled like an RJ Reynolds cigarette factory. You know when they changed french fries to freedom fries, why didn't they change cigarettes to freedom cancer sticks? I mean it is a French word. Just a thought.

Well there is the green weenie. Alas, good news though, the new ride is enroute. Stay tuned. Nice to see that the Abu Garib stuff back in the news. Man those guards must have been bored shitless. The last thing I need to see is a bunch of Iraqi dudes dry humping each other. Thanks W. It feels like when Clinton got caught getting some lip service from what's her face. It is just too easy. Anyway, I paid for the Xanax the other night, serious sleep hangover. Which is rare I nor,ally get about 6 hours of crappy sleep a night, next time maybe just beer and benadryl. Speaking of which, time to hit it. My sore ass legs need all the rest the can get. Go, Floyd.

Chipotle',

VJ

Way to go Dick

Ok, almost threw up all over the place, half way through my first ever MTB race. Kinda felt like a cross race, but longer laps and less chance of crashing. Oh yeah it was twice as long. Damn. Kept pulling out of my pedals too, my freakin shin looks like hamburger. You would think I would at least rack up the good leg but nooooo. Oh well. We had the biggest field by far, and I pulled down a 7th. So I guess I can't complain too much. I was seeing Elvis everywhere man, bad idea to wear the HR monitor, flippin redline the whole time. I had to force myself to drink three beers tonight just to cope. Oh yeah, beer of the Blog today is Full Sail Pale, Yum. Yum is such a chick word. Fuck it ,scratch that, that beer ROCKS! A little Beavis and Butthead moment. Sorry.

How about Cheney going ghetto and bustin a cap in his homeboy! That was fucking funny. Dude was like 80 years old too, probably got shot and fell down a broke his hip as well. Guns are cool, whatever, stupid people shouldn't be allowed to have guns, especially stupid old crumongeon people. That whole thing went down like this, "Hey Dick, over here", "caw, caw" BLAM!! " Harry where are you? Harry??" Check out that pic of Cheney, that is the best "oops I fucked up" face in history. I have never see him look that non-evil ever.

Anyway, I need to crash I am a hurting unit tonight. May need to tap into the Xanax reserve tonight.

Pescado, out,

VJ

Steeeeeeel!

Steel is for real Baby. I hooked up a road bike finally, $250 bones for a steel Bianchi. At least until the new ride gets here. Yeah, it's green. You know "Celeste" green, sea foam green, split pea soup green, baby poo green. "That green". I always told myself I would never own a bike that color, but other than that I actually like it. It definitely has that steel feeling, very smooth. It only ways about 19 lbs, so, it is not that bad. Shit, Eddy ripped dude legs off on steel, didn't slow his ass. I am stoked. Gonna hit a ride tomorrow. Gonna get a LT test tomorrow as well. Gonna be serious pain face.

I had a parent email me about my son's basketball team. He said we should be practicing more, and that all the other teams practicing at least once a week. Basically the reason we are getting our ass kicked is because yours truly is not having more practices. I love how the best kid on the crappiest team has the Dad that has all the answers. I am the coach cause no one else wanted to step up. Ten other dads on the team and I didn’t see anyone else stepping up. Sorry I'm not Coach K. Well I am, just not "that" Coach K. Oh well, Saturday is the last game. Then 'lil homey wants to be in the Wizard of Oz. Ok, cool. Drama rocks.

Well, Survivor Exile Panama started. What a freak show. Except, I can't stop watching. Shocking all the old fat chicks are getting voted off first.

Nice that the Muslim world is showing that they aren't a bunch of reactionary extremists. One little cartoon and they are burning the whole world down. I swear, that fat fuckin' cat Garfield talks some shit about cycling and I am gonna strap a bomb to my ass and get on my bike and ride into a McDonalds and blow some fat fuckers up. Especially now that we know that they have been lying about how much fat is in the french fries. Oops, sorry, freedom fries. I am thinking about the martyrs’ reward. You know Allah says that virgins are waiting for all the suicide bombers in the after life. Ok, my afterlife looks like the poster that came with the Queen album Jazz. You know the one with all the naked chicks on bikes. That album rocks.

I always thought that as you get older you start to understand religion more and stuff like that. But, I understand it less and less. Damn, pass the beer Bro.

The Blog is back and RIP CX 05/06

Okay okay, I know. You start a bitchin blog and you stop cold turkey people freakout and need their VJ fix. Well it is back now. In full affect as Flavor Flav would say. Yo, Yo, what time is it.

Well, let's start with New Year. Suffice to say that I drank more than someone who is at my advanced age should have. Went through a bottle of Patron in one night, and Timberly did not puke or go nature nugget so we obviously didn't drink enough. The beer followed though, and not that cheap shit either. That is why I love my homies, cause you know that they ain't going to pull out the Bud can. It is all about the golden barley and fresh hops, from the best micro brewery. If you are going to kill your liver it should at least taste good while you do it. We also took the Polar Bear Plunge got serious shrinkage at Cayucos, my new favorite town. But that will cure your hang over fast. Never enough time with my home boys. Had a total blast. Peace to the Tarters.

Well the CX form finally hit last weekend at the very last CX race of the year. I keep telling my wife that each weekend is the last so I don't get the wrath. Anyway, ripped around the course felt freaking great, even had to pull it back a bit and bring my teammate Erick around cause he was leading the series, wanted to give him full points, but man I felt great. Next season it is O-N baby. Cross fever, only 9 months to go till cross season. My man cyclocrossboy knows how to live, after the race he went and got some bitchin Belgin White Ale, of course to celebrate CX worlds that day. Also pulled up with some awesome potato wedges dripping with grease and Ketchup. Nice! or as they say Nys. Speaking of that dude, sucks for him, he took a nasty ass crash with one to go at worlds. Check out this clip of the crash

Okay, just watched Murderball, the movie of the dudes who play wheelchair Rugby. Awesome! Dudes are studs, straight up. Check it out. Also check out Da Ali G show on HBO or get it on Netflix, dude is super funny.

Work has been bullistic, not that I am complaining, but it is starting to impact my cycling career. I did take a week easy though. Been stacking up some big rides, hopefully bust out some form at some of the upcoming races.

Went to Coldplay with my daughter, who is 11. Had to answer the question, "Dad what is that funny smell"? Uh....yeah. I think it is incense and stuff. Great show though, they even pimped Apple too, which always scores points in my book. My man Laffitte hooked us up with some sweet ass seats in the lower VIP section. Livin large!! But what a freak show. Serious middle age crisis crowd too, you would think these Nocal geritol freaks never get out of the house. Falling down drunk, hitting the Jamaican sticky chronic like they were Bob Marley himself. Crazy, they say 40 is the new 30. I guess if you are 40 you would say that. Gettin' old sucks. But at least I wasn't a fat ass like those fools at the concert. I keep it tight baby!

I told my man Timberly I wouldn't rip on him, but Toddco would never let me hear the end of it if I went candy ass. Timbo is a hard man to get a hold of. You know, he is super busy, surfing with the Boss, drinking tequila in Mex and shit. Stuff like that keeps a brother busy. Come on man, call your homeboys!! I did not even hear about how the birthday gift went. Yeah, dude went and bought his wife a sweet ass old school VW convertable for her Bday. That is cool and stuff but what the F*&% man! How are the rest of up gonna make it. Come on, next time just get a commuter mug with pictures of the kids on it, put a bow on it, like the rest of us. Damn!

Well, I did take some video of the Coldplay show on my phone, but I have not yet figured ot how to get it onto my computer. Oh well, FYI the new apple stuff is frickin' sweet. Can't wait to get my hands on the new mactel machine. Yeah, I know, I swallowed the red pill. But, if you haven't used macs in a while you don't even know, freak. Love to SoCal, and Kobe going 81, even though they ain't going to make the playoffs.

Ciao,
VJ