DiLuca Di Happy

Well well well.... I guess Di Luca can finally be happy for himself. He managed to pimp slap Cunego at the end of the day and build a bit of a lead for himself. To celebrate I sent him a bottle of vintage Vini di Curlio from our vineyards in the Lazio region... nice to see that he's wasting it on spraying the crowd... that jackass. You DRINK it...

AC Milano knockoffs, Team Lamonta got their stash of PRO bikes stolen in the Netherlands... My old buddy Hondo rode for them. Umm hi... people steal things... lock it all up. It reminds me of the feller that left his expensive TT bike outside of a coffee shop recently only to find it gone when he came out... HELLO riders... we don't live in "Fairhaven, Bellingham" times anymore... people steal things... lock it up.

That reminds Ol Curly of his rides to Tony's Coffee after getting off of work at Starbucks. Yeah Yeah... Ol' Curly used to ride down to Tony's after work for an espresso and a piece of lemon-poppyseed cake... and to visit Britt, the cute barista. The procedure was to lean the bike up outside and then shift it down 2-3 gears... why? Cuz some feller tried to grab my bike once and ride off... unbeknownst to him I was on my way to retrieve it and he had a little trouble accellerating. Needless to say I was able to ID him and get my bike back and remember how dumb he looked trying to sprint off on a bike that wasn't willing. Campus PO-lice found 18 stolen bikes and 3 others that were unidentifiable at his abode... that's how you do that!

Yeah... the old mis-shift... I miss them days... Hi Britt, my coffee ready?

Well, we're inside of 2 weeks to go until LC2 arrives. What a way to ruin yer day. Yer all nice and cozy and then WHAM! Some jackass you don't even know (really how many people do you actually know as a newborn) pulls on yer head and legs, sticks some pointy thing in yer nose, pinches and prods you... slaps yer naked ass on a cold table and then the fun starts... they start pulling things off of you. I don't blame babies for crying all the time. Depressing. It's part of the reason you don't remember any of that stuff... it was so traumatic that you've repressed it... that is until you're on yer way out... then you remember it... Go into the light...

Alright... Yer damned Trainin': I want you to do 9 sprints of 30 seconds long... on yer way to the coffee shop... then I want you to use yer nice bike as bait to catch bike thieves... use the technique I told you about.