Enjoy your Easter weekend, but remember...

Brad will be suffering for your sins! Approximately one half hour ago, Foghorn Leghorn Productions place it's first entrant into the grueling TransIowa race, and he is probably some where about say, oh, I dunno, maybe 315 miles and 33.5 hours from the finish. The good Lord dumped ass loads of rain all week up there in Grinnell, but the weekend looks purty. Did I mention pavement is somewhat of an anomaly up that way. Give 'em hell Bradley, and remember rule #5. You will soon be only referred to as Mr. TransIowalter to all of us mortals.

Ferry-Roubaix 2011

As usual, you fucked up and missed it. But don't take my word for it, let me take you inside the mind of one of the eleven fearless riders/participants/competitors. I must say it takes quite a trusting soul to embark upon such an adventure, with no real concept of how, where, or when you will return. Its sooooooooo Lewis & Clark!

Let's just say, on a personal note, at around mile 110, I went into some sort of shell shocked state. Misery trumped pain, things got really weird, and had it not been for mouthing off on these very interwebs, I may well have eaten that pasty power bar of shame, and called for the sag. Yet, among the quiet chaos that was my emaciated skeletal being struggling to keep it on the road, I found a certain serenity in my pedal stroke. An effortless spin I have never felt before, that, despite being in extreme discomfort, almost felt, well, comfortable.

I have spent the past 4 days consuming everything I can get my hands on. DO NOT put your hands anywhere near my face. They will likely be eaten. Same goes for pets and children under 50 lbs.