miscellaneous

Rob is now in Kansas, having ridden 1300 miles from California to get there. 1300 miles since Sunday morning. Holy saddle sores, Batman.

I'm volunteering at the Birchwood booth at the race tonight. If any of you are downtown, stop by and say hi. You can buy ice cream from me. It'll be tasty.

And because I've been unfairly picking on the men lately, here is proof that bad taste in cycling clothing knows no gender boundaries:


You know, ordinarily I'd make fun of the panties-under-the-shorts thing, but good god, just imagine if she hadn't!