Out and back. Zzzzz.

Legs tired from the start after two days of riding earlier. A day of rest would have helped. The south african and the belgian rode away from me at the end. It felt just like in high-school. I'd get within 3 miles of home and just watch everyone ride away. Mental? Physical? Probably both.

Oh, and my new saddle is KILLING me. I'll give it another couple rides before I burn it.

American Beef in the Tour!

American Beef signs on as co-sponsor of Scott squad

Someone in the American Beef industry has a wicked sense of humor or is incredibly stupid. I don't know which.

American beef is roundly suspected of being full of hormones, antibiotics and other nasties. Sounds like they need a marketing plan!

So they decide to sponsor a team that was just disgraced out of the Tour de France for taking drugs.

Anyone else think this is going to end badly?

Back in the saddle again

I survived the return trip from SFO on Jet Airways happily, as the plane was nearly empty and I had three seats to stretch out on.

I was able yesterday to take my new bicycle out for the first time. While I didn't intend to go far, and didn't take tools, phone, water, in fact NOTHING with me, I ended up riding through some of the normal routes for about 1:20. It was muddy, and lots of fun.

The new bike, my first with good suspension, just cruises. Lots of fun in the bumps, though I'm still not comfortable with the slow-speed and technical sections.

I'm happy again...