Blogs, race day prep, and every little thing

Good to see a solid blog revival going on, complete with speaking in tongues, snake handling (or bikes, whatever) and blind, sometimes stupid devotion coming to the fore. Lots more folks are pecking away and this is a good thing. Gives us airport sitters something to read.

During our weekend break, we perused the ‘net to find some. Lots of laughs, for sure.

With the Banana Belt rightfully canceled we set about some skiing up on Mt. Hood, as well as a few other activities, like professional sitting-on-your-ass, and housecleaning. Good times. We had no time for our pre-race rituals and they will have to wait another week for before Oregon Cup action. There were a few hours dedicated to the finer points of Stella Artois as well.

Sort of our our own pre-pre-pre race ritual.

Pre-race rituals, be they conscious or otherwise, are indeed curious things to see. Next to “idiosyncrasy” in the dictionary should be pictures of bike racers. Some pee non stop, some get dressed and undressed ten times or, some listen to heavy metal, others to weaker music, and the weirdest of them all, the curiosity of those who dress before car rides to races. Not sure about you all, but folks around these parts don’t want their bits jammed up in silly clothes one more minute than they have to be. This semi-self flaggelation boggles the mind. On the other hand, some folks are into latex, and hey, that’s cool if that’s your thing. Restraint is a personal issue. Sometimes wearing race clothes before a race is weird, no doubt, but not nearly as weird as those who keep bibs on post race. That’s just plain ludicrous.

There’s one ritual we should all maintain. Just sayin’.  Let us hope another bad wind doesn’t come, a blowin’ down our homes. We wish to contest the next Banana action. Banana Hammock. That has nothing to do with this post, we just wanted to stick a visual in your head. However, who knows if we’ll race. In the time it took to peck out this innane jibberish, it went from sun to rain to snow to hail to snow back to sun again out the window.

Fingers, and bananas, crossed.