Kinda Bummed I Missed It...

In the interest of going from one topic which, I'm sure, all of you are finding absolutely riveting, to another that I know you can't wait for me to revisit, this past week marked the first time in years that I haven't been in Pennsylvania for the first week in June to enjoy the fantastic and myriad charms of our American boys in lycra, as they duke it out for the first three US ProCycling Tour events of the year, and the US Pro Champion's jersey.

I have to admit that I was a little sad. Still, my Dad called from the roadside with a blow by blow all three days, and I am proud to say that my predictive powers as to whether or not a break will be caught are completely in tact. This would have been a very satisfying year for me, because it was an all-American podium, and the guy that won, Chris Wherry, is one of the nicest guys in the sport, and also one of the ones with the hottest rigs... if I do say so myself. The other two up there rule pretty hard as well - Chris Horner (in yellow) and Danny Pate (in Jelly Beans) are two of the most delightful and entertaining individuals you could ever hope to meet.

Unfortunately, this means that my special favorite Freddie Rodriguez has to give up his Captain America costume, but it just gives us another chance to savor the gentlemanly good grace with which he always conducts himself, and he's always going to be the US Pro Champion in my heart.

Ah, cycling. I wish I could have been there. Unfortunately, it would have conflicted with the Nine Inch Nails concert, and well, since that's been averaging somewhere south of happening just twice a decade, the choice was clear. Sorry, boys.

Meanwhile, across the pond, Big George won the prologue time trial in the Critérium du Dauphiné Libéré, and still wears the leader's jersey after today's stage. What a superstar that guy is. There is no one in the wide world of sports I love to see win more than that sweetiepants. I sent him a single sentence of congrats and got back a whole pile of exclamation points, so it sounds like he's chuffed with himself. It's hard to imagine how such a fat load of charm fits into one body, but somehow, he manages.

Go, George! GO!

Comments

[Kate]

Glad you at least got a blow-by-blow. And that pic of FREDDY...he still has all the style.

[Tara H.]

Wait, I'm confused. Is George a NIN fan?

[Jane]

Tara, I'm not sure if George is a NIN fan, but I'd guess not. I think he rocks Kid Rock and Nelly pretty hard, tho.

[nathanj]

Hey CJ, nice new pic

[kate]

Yea, I'm with Nathan, that's a great picture!

[Martha]

*Beautiful* picture!

When you talk cycling, Jane, you make me crazy happy!

George rocks the hip hop pretty hard.

[Tara H.]

Shit, man. That's a cool photo.

[Tara H.]

P.S. I expect to see an update on that photo after the Moustache Party. (If you have to photoshop one in, fine. But, if you want, I'll take a photo of you on Saturday).

[Lyne]

Well I was there and it was great. What's not to love, amazing racing and men in lycra. And then I got to meet the wonderful Davis Phinney. Sweet !

[Tara H.]

They're fast and all, but none of them have moustaches. I don't know how Jane puts up with all those moustachless men.

[lyne]

no moustaches makes them faster - less hair resistance.

[Tara H.]

Well, this is why they'd have to make the moustaches mandatory for everyone. That way, all the men would be up against the same upper lip hair resistance. They'd have to peddle much harder, of course, but I think it would add a whole new level of intensity to the sport.

[Jane]

When I was working with the Schroeder Iron crew, the director and I used to joke about the whole team growing mustaches for a particular race - like, having the whole team show up at the Manhattan Beach Grans Prix with just-tache, like a bunch of police officers. That would SO have ruled. He always used to threaten to make them do it, too, since he was the boss... unfortunately, it never came to fruition. That would really have amused me.

I love a good mustache, god knows.