Trivia

I am going to turn this into a huge, almost daily competition. The overall trivia leader's names shall be cemented into the sidebar of my blog. Do you know what this means??? IMMORTALITY!!!

Who holds the Arizona State TT 20 kilometer record for Junior Men 15-16?
The first correct answer will receive a virtual pizza.

I owe DMO virtual pizza!

Thanks for recommending Tony Martin for my fantasy team! He did me proud today! So did Vandevelde, Vladimir Karpets and Andy Schleck!
p.s. post #800 (big milestone for me)

More of the Same

My rest days are done. Riding starts again tomorrow. Because Dad is taking Maria, Abby and Maria's friend Clarissa to the Grand Canyon, I will be riding solo (oh goodie).
The mountains start tomorrow in the Tour. Time for the big guns to come out and shine. Yee-haw.

I am a lightning rod of bad luck

As if losing Gesink wasn't enough, I got to watch in horror as Rogers and Farrar just crashed. Both are on my fantasy team. Phil keeps on saying that Roger's tour might be over. Lovely.

Big Huge Disaster

Robert Gesink abandoned the tour. He is on my Fantasy team. He's one of my best climbers. My roster is locked. I can't replace him. I'm going to get slaughtered.

Update

My ride today was fantastic. I did an LT interval up Usery Pass. I averaged 227 and passed a group of riders that started about a half mile in front of me. That was fun. I probably went too hard, because my next interval was 30 watts lower. That's still acceptable, because my FTP is around 205-215. I haven't tested in a while, and I don't know if I've lost or gained power.
Dad and I raced back into the neighborhood. I started it off with a hard acceleration. Dad hosed it down, and then couontered it, hoping to drop me. I hung on, and didn't crash through the last corner. Dad just tried to drag race me down the final stretch, but I came around him. That was fun.
Other than the whole riding thing, all I ever do is watch the Tour, read a tad bit, and spend a ton of time on the computer. There's barely anything to do.
I'm actually pretty upset. I just can't believe that I have to go to ANOTHER new school. Hopefully I will like it. They all say I will. So it must be good. I hope.

New Church

We met a bunch of new people today. Everyone there's really friendly and outgoing. Still, it's hard.
It's not Knox Pres.
I had a nice ride with Dad today. We climbed Usery Pass (3.5 miles) and Dad put the hurt on me. He was doing an LT interval, so I did one too just hanging on to his wheel! Then up a much shorter, steeper hill, I put the hurt on my old man, so the pain was shared equally. We rode for an hour and forty-five minutes. Once again, I sort of bonked near the end. On Saturday, it happened after I ate a bar (about an hour into it). Today, it happened after I ate a bar (about an hour into it). Tomorrow, I will not eat a bar, but instead fuel myself with hammer gel.
I should get to bed now, so I can get in eight hours of sleep and then wake up at five!

Battle Won

Today was a good day for Fantasy cycling. I took first place out of my 15 man group, and 905th overal!!!

Lance Rant

I will continue to insist that Lance Armstrong is the Sidney Crosby of cycling. Versus announcers praise him when he does ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!
If you've ever heard Frank Caliendo doing an impersonation of John Madden, you'd know what I'm talking about. John Madde loves Brett Farve. Versus loves Lance Armstrong. The Versus announcers might as well just say "Lance Armstrong is the best cyclist ever. If we just put him in Afghanistan, BOOM, he'd hit Osama Bin Laden. Lance Armstrong is just that good. Astana needs Lance Armstrong because Lance Armstrong is the Lance Armstrong of Lance Armstrongness! Without Lance Armstrong, they would have Lance Armstrong...and that's what that's all about!"

First AZ Ride

Dad and I met up with Chris somewhere in Arizona (it might have been Fountain Hills, actually it probably was). We rode for under two hours. Going through McDowell Mountain Park, Dad's powertap montitor fell off. It bounced and hit me in the left wrist. We stopped and eventually found it. Then Chris flatted. Once we got going again, we did some fun pacelining. We were pretty much going easy, although Dad would occasionally ramp up the speed and make me have to work to stay on.
When we turned around and headed back, I started hurting. Chris took a fast pull that had me in difficulty. I held on for a minute or two, but I knew that I couldn't hold it forever. I eventually had to yell "uncle". I felt a bit bad, but I wasn't supposed to just be fast immediately. I haven't ridden in a week. And this Arizona heat just kills. It will be a fairly long adjustment.

Our House

Fantasy Team

It's a bit of a disaster. Too many expensive riders means that I am way over cap, so I will have to cut a lot of riders. It stinks.