Tue, 18 Jul 2006
Weekly Band Fixation
There is something about a group of sad, earnest and pissed off people making
music together that gets me extremely excited. Add to that a singer with an
charmingly bitter voice using the word "fucking" in what I can gather the
most honest way possible. Yeah.
A Better Son/Daughter is an uplifting
song about faking it till you're making it despite the horrible feelings you
have inside.
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Bike Racers Shave Their Legs
One last update because I forgot to mention it before. I didn't pay attention
at first until I saw two guys feeling each other's legs and commenting on how
smooth they were at the prospect park race. I know that swimmers shave their
legs to lessen the surface tension of water but c'mon, surface tension of air
is dramatically lower than that of water. Then I
found
the answers I was looking for. I must say there were some good looking guys
and gals out there tonight. I probably looked pretty silly at the finish line
with no shirt and excessive body hair. I guess I'm not up on the tradition.
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My First Prospect Park Summer Slam Race
...almost killed me. No, no! In a good way! Seriously. Tonight was an
individual scratch race of three laps. There was a visible police presense so
we took one neutral pace lap to test the waters then three more around for real. I was
so freaked out by the speed and closeness of each rider. It's intensely exciting to be in a pack of over 30 people going
25 miles per hour by pedaling. All I could hear is back cogs and tires.
Right from the first sprint I got freaked out when two rider's pedals hit, made
a spark and shockingly no one went down. I was right behind them and I didn't
have the nerve to try and sprint past. The front of tha pack was gone by the
time I went down the top of the first hill.
My gearing is way to low. I couldn't even keep pace on the big downhill. I
ended up finding three other riders at the same level as me and we all drafted
each other for the next two laps. They kicked my ass on the final uphill. I
absolutely cannot do the uphill to save my life. Hardest physical challenge
ever. Seriously. But hey, I finished! And not dead last.
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