every once in a while

Some one emails me and says "you should rant about blahblahblabhalbh..."

And some times I take the bait and go off on it.

And some times it just sparks my own damn rant. Somewhat fizzling along until I strike the key word/picture that triggers it.

Astana just triggered it. Actually BKW did. I've been ignoring everything out there about this road silliness. Sometimes reading the latest Ball Saga. I've seen this and that - the re-opening of OP. And the latest of 'who the fahk cares' the let levi race petition. Sure that guy's nice enough. But look. HE signed on with Astana. All those boys who inked a deal with the knew the kettle of scorpions and eels that the team was carrying around as baggage.

Sort of free speech-ish. You are free to ride with who ever you want. You just can't be assured a spot on the Tour.

Heck - go back a few years and there is usually a squad or two that should have been invited to the TdF that wasn't. It isn't anything new going on.

That said - it is freaking balmy out there - hot almost. Nearly 60 degrees! Crazy. Sure is nice to get some high cadence high load intervals in with a tail wind. Kinda like motor pacing. Not that i'm doing anything specific. Just felt like getting a nice mellow warm up in and blasting the cob webs out. I'll say this one good thing about a power meter. I did use it long enough to really reinforce the awareness of holding a steady state load. Too bad it don't go squat for going fast in a cross race. But it was cool, holding the interval, feeling the slight build up of lactic acid to a noticable level just under the LT effort numbers, feeling the HR steadily increasing and increasing, legs spinning the 40x13 madly... arms in TT mode, fore arms resting on either side of the stem, just floating there - all my forward weight going into the pedals, arms nearly unweighted... just powering and spinning along with the tail wind, going fast enough to create my own head wind, wondering if I indeed had a tailwind.

Riding without any electronic feed back is liberating. No Speed readout. No Cadence. No HR. No Power. Nothing. No clock. Just me and my bike. Listening to my legs for how hard and fast to go. Paying attention to the key indicators.

Really quite cool.

So I know I was going to share some of GeWilli's Top Secret Dinner recipes soon, but, well I found a recipe earlier today and while at home taking the measurments and consulting with the contractor who is advising the slight changes to the room (well before he showed up with my niece) I made up a quick cake from Fatty (as everyone seems to call him).

Best Cake in the World? No where anywhere CLOSE to that apple spice cake I made. This once certainly is easy, simple and all that to make. It is sweet enough. But. It just is missing something.

I had printed it out and took it home and walking into the house I just had a craving for cake. And I had everything on hand. Well not the chocolate Chips but i chopped up some Milk Chocolate bars we had (Hershey).

At anyrate - I now have something else to eat up along with the left over chocolate chip cookies from V-day to have for desert.

Gotta get some kJ created so I can keep eating! I like eating.

Food is good.

Good food is better.

Being hungry makes eating that much better. I guess it is like training. You'll never be good if you don't suffer. And Maybe ya won't look good without a bit of suffering tossed in there too. A weak analogy but. I started off with a pretty weak rant. Figured I'd end with something to match.

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