The Unofficial Beginning Of Summer Has Officially Begun

And that means instant upper 90's the day after Memorial weekend. I hear the bitching about the heat and humidity every summer but I just smile because when it gets like this the plants all die and I start to feel great. I like it hot as a two dollar whore on quarter night so go fuck yourself, I'm riding fast working hard and damn thirsty.
Speaking of work, I can't seem to retire from my life in home interiors. I guess 28 years just isn't enough so they pulled me back in to help a friend renovate a bathroom. But I have help cutting out the old plumbing

                        Do not fuck with Satin when it comes to demo

 Then there's this TV Production thing that's reared it's ugly head for the month of June. Two day's here and there for the month. Which then brings me to July. Oh how I loved the past ten plus years during July. Living in the ignorant bliss of professional cycling. From 2000 to 2003 I was able to manipulate my schedule so that I'd be doing projects on my home that I was renovating. I'd wake up to a full pot of coffee and croissants, yogurt and cereal, sliced fruit and a sack of weed. I'd watch the Tour until Paul and Phil signed off then watch the start again then get up from the couch and work until it was time to meet my friends for a ride.

                                                        Gavia Pass, Up And Back

I rode all the time, in the rain in the cold winter temps in the heat of mid afternoon. I traveled to France and rode parts of the tour in early May 2003 then trips to other parts of Europe four more times until 2007. Somewhere in between all this I started hearing that all these guy were full of shit. Sure one or two got busted each year but not all of them could be frauds. I hated the thought that these past years I was duped and hung on to Christmas as long as I could. But Finally it sunk in, these are not the mighty men of cycling I was looking for, these were Droids I found.
                              So kiss my Evil ass as it sits on the couch this coming July mornings. I still have a lot of projects to do around the house. Hate the players not the game, I'll always love Le'Tour.