Wow, it’s crazy how a few days turn into a few weeks and pretty soon it’s been a damn long time since I’ve thrown anything up here.
This weekend marked the 2nd 25 Hours in Frog Hollow. KB volunteered during the day while I was wrenching and then I headed out to see how the suffering was going. It seemed to be going pretty good. The “serious” racers were tucked away in the Ahleen Racing trailer. In which I am pretty damn sure I could live comfortably for, I don’t know, let’s say a year. No problem. The thing is huge. The other two non-serious Red Rock teams were doing what should be done at 24/5 hour races and enjoying a beer around a camp fire. Ah, that’s where I fit in…
Let’s roll the tape back a bit further and see what we find.
Two weeks ago I was in Prune Country at SBCU. The shop sent me out to take the BG Fitting class. Zach and I headed out on Monday and got back late Friday. I did not have my laptop in tow so that was part of the reason that there were no posts. I was also expecting something along the lines of the last time I was in Morgan Hill but apparently the fit experts take things a bit more serious and I was at SBC by 8 and the earliest I was back at the hotel was 7:30. The class started with anatomy and after about an hour and half of that they gave us our first quiz which I failed horribly. However, I can now find and identify most of the bones of the leg, foot and pelvic area, the latter being found by the assometer. Luckily, they are smart enough to take all of us riding which meant that I got three descent road bike rides in during the week. This kept me from going completely insane. Anybody need a fit?
Then there was this past Tuesday. And as Sir Pratt so eloquently put it,
“This just in: Apparently Americans took America back from Americans…….I feel better now. I was worried those fu#@in Americans were going to win and take power away from Americans…….Good job America…We totally kicked America’s ass…….”
The elections are finally over which means all you lazy asses that didn’t win need to get out and take down all your damn signs. Remember there’s nothing worst than a sore loser.
There was a lot of talk about making the government be more fiscally responsible and somehow within that conversation tax cuts were also part of the package. Well kids you can’t cut your income and be fiscally responsible when you owe a gazillion dollars. Unfortunately we need to cut spending big time and increase taxes, get out of debt and then maintain a balanced budget. I know that is a pretty radical idea but I think it might work.
Now I know I should feel proud to get out and exercise my right to vote, but I don’t see it that way and actually I’m proud I didn’t vote. I mean choosing between a dumb ass and a dip shit isn’t really a choice. And besides, elections are just a way of letting off the steam that accumulates among those who are not in power. By letting off the steam the status quo can be kept because somehow punching a hole in a piece of paper (even electronically) gives people the impression that they can change something. Well for those of us who can remember more than just the past two years, things don’t really change only the faces. With that said I can guarantee that there will be more of the same for the next two years. Both sides will bicker about not being “allowed” to get anything done and will blame each other like crazy when the next election rolls around and then the befuddle masses who just want to be able to eat and support their families will walk into the urns and let off their steam once again and then be pissed that nothing has changed…
We all know the economy is lagging, people are losing their house, their jobs, and since the biggest corporations are still making billions of dollars we should go ahead and give them more power by limiting unions. Oh yeah, and those top companies who have been making a shitload of money are laying people off. Link 1. Link 2. Link 3.
NYTimes: Labor Unions Fear Rollback of Rights if G.O.P. Wins http://nyti.ms/bRrj9q
Yeah for us.
On to more important things, I must confess that I will in fact be turning 30 in a few months. This really isn’t a big deal but I’ve decided that my beer belly has gotten big enough and I don’t want to start my third decade being fat. With that in mind I have begun a rigorous diet and exercise plan, and by rigorous I mean I’m eating less shit, more healthy food and riding my bike as often as possible. But one thing is for damn sure, I will not have a belly come March 19, 2011. Mark the day…
Out.