"Put pics of your bike on your blog when you get some free time, all the cool sponsored kids are doing it."

-Sir Cerbachalot

Ok, done deal:

It's been a while. Between work, riding, and the shenanigans of life, I've been pretty busy.

BVDG was in town last weekend; that was pretty sweet. I can't get enough of face-smashing with a P-R-O. Bennett looks the part these days--something about him screams P-R-O. Maybe it's his spent-a-month-in-Arizona-tan in March. Maybe it's because he's so darn strong. Not sure. Either way, we rode hard for a few hours, and I was le tired. Bennett got the worst of it though, because he was le blind. The light from my blindingly pasty white legs burned right through his P-R-O shades. His retinas will never be the same.

In other news: daylight savings has brought newfound zest to my life--it signals the start of spring, warmth, and most importantly, Wednesday Night Worlds. I showed up for the admittedly chilly face-smashing kickoff this week and I remembered two of my favorite things about bike racing:

I love to attack, get a bit of a gap, and sit down. When I see someone attempting to get across to me, I stand up again and slam it for a bit, and then sit down again. Just as the person starts to get a whiff of my draft, I stand up and slam it again. If I do it right, they slowly float back to the pack with their tail between their legs. Domination is amusing.

Another thing I love is: Someone else attacks to bridge to a move. I hop on the gravy train as they pound the pedals. As they are gasping for breath, waving the elbow looking for the reprieve of my sweet 6'4" draft (expecting camaraderie and love all-around) I stand up and slam my way across to the break without them. Ah yes, the first time this was done to me, I learned a great lesson. Now I too can be a big-mean-bully-on-wheels.

Bike racing is SO awesome.

Other news: I owe several people emails. I'm lazy. So if I owe you an email, it's probably because I'm too darn sloth-like to type it out, but simultaneously too damn awkward to call you out of the blue. If you are one of those people, I apologize. Medical School interviews are going well. My new team bike is Rad. Working a real job sucks. That about covers it. Peace.

I'm only posting here because I get harassed if I don't.

Peer pressure sucks.

Anyways, thought I'd show you guys this:



Swankity. More here. A good idea, probably requires a bit more thought and engineering.

Go Mick!

My buddy Waylon started a little Chicago-Based Cycling forum for discussing "the scene".

Hop on over here if you are so inclined.

Top Ten Terms You Don't Expect To Hear During a Medical School Interview...

10. Robocop
9. Kankle
8. 1337
7. Dingleberry
6. BAMF
5. Bromance
4. Feminazi
3. Cunnilingus
2. Tramp Stamp
1. Bike Porn


Some of you know, some of you don't. I'm applying to medical school, and it's a lengthy process. Lot's of essays, interviews and... waiting, are involved. I recently went up to Rush University Medical College for an interview. They have a top 10 orthopedic surgery program, and it is generally a sweet-ass school.

So I'm interviewing with this doctor, and it seems like it's going well. Nothing too out of the ordinary. All of a sudden, he slips in "Saving weight on a bike for a 250 lb guy" and "I'd never heard of the term bike-porn before".

Holy shit. The guy read my blog.

I've never been so flabbergasted in my life. Of all the expected topics, I'd never thought about my weblog coming up in a medical school interview.

Long story short, the man had a good sense of humor, and didn't rag on me too much about this silly little page on the interweb.

Goes to show, watch what you put on the internet.