Okay, so right off the bat, Hincapie disappears in a puff of disappointment–the guy at the Link said he lost too much weight too quickly, and he’s down to like 155lbs, which for a guy who’s just a touch shorter than I am is Jack The Pumpkin King territory–and Landis, after having dropped a bomb (”oh, bee-tee-dub, I’ve got the hips of an 80-year old woman who’s allergic to calcium”), somehow pops to the top! I’m happy to see a Yank in the front, but I’m kind of confused–a “destroyed” hip joint and a yellow jersey seem like they’d clash. Then in Stage 16, Landis conks out in the Alps and drops a full eight minutes behind the leader, kind of killing his shot at the Tour.
That’s more like it, I thought, that’s the familiar disappointment that I’d managed to not feel for the past seven years.
Until I crack open the Bloglines this morning to find this:
American Floyd Landis (Phonak) chased down and destroyed an 11-man breakaway, then soloed away to win the 17th stage of the Tour de France Thursday in Morzine after 200.5km of racing on the final day in the Alps.
He goes from bonking out in the Alps to some kind of Robocop-in-bicycle-mode breakaway in less than a day. And this isn’t just a last gasp on his way out–he put almost six whole minutes of shame in everyone else’s game, and now he’s 30 seconds away from the yellow jersey again.
God, I’m almost happy Lance retired–this is an amazing Tour.
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So you remember that ticket I got back way back when? The one I totally didn’t deserve, considering I didn’t break the law?
Wanna find out how it ended?
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So, I switched the feeds here over to FeedBurner, mainly in hopes of getting Google to finally get that my site is not just a collection of empty RSS2 files. Yeesh.
In other news, I got hit by a car last Thursday night. I’m fine, really: missing some skin on my knee and elbow, but my rib right below my right pec hurts like hell. I don’t know if I pulled a muscle or cracked a rib, but the pain is a nuisance, not a grinding horror, so I figure I just try not to get hit by cars until it gets better. Yeah, that’s my health plan these days. Duck and cover.
In other news, the search plugin I’ve spent so much time on recently is about done. It’s cleaner than hell, does a decent job of ranking results, plays very nicely with associations, and uses only two database queries per model. It’s wonderfully extensible, rather compact, and requires that you use Rails Edge (soon to be 1.1!). I will post more details perhaps this weekend.
Until then, remember: that car does not see you and will not signal or otherwise indicate its intention to merge right over your ass.
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I hate you too, Weather.
My ride home from work today had the following thematic elements:
- Torrential rain.
- Being totally soaked within the first 30 seconds.
- Insane traffic.
- 20mph+ cross-winds.
- Thunder.
- Lightning.
- The sound of limbs breaking in the trees lining the street.
- An inch of water on the road.
- Rain coming in almost parallel to the ground.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go do laundry, because my clothes aren’t wet enough.
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In this corner, in the black and white frame, weighing in at (whatever) pounds, the one, the only…
The Bastard
That’s right, world, I got a new bike. Now you get to hear about it.
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