That's Amy's bike in front. Yes, you feckers, it is nicer than mine. Anyway, we moved into our own place the other night. It's small, but really nice. It doesn't have the internet yet, but we're working on it. Like everything else in Venezuela, getting the internet connected will be a huge bureaucratic rigmarole that will take days of queuing and almost certainly involve giving fingerprints, and possibly also DNA samples and retina scans. No joke.
Now that we've moved in I can unpack the bikes and finally go for a ride. I have a route worked out that will take me from our place north into some quieter and hilly suburbs. Hills? Jaaaaysus...
So, until I figure out how many tissue samples we have to give before we get the internet, I won't be updating the site as often as before. But, stay tuned, because coming soon: a report on last summer's VeloCity Tour event in Chicago which includes a story about me making a pig's mickey of a finish by showing off; more inane banter; a report on my first ride in Caracas (report contingent on me surviving); some exciting sponsorship news from Team Pegaus; and an interview with Declan O'Loughlin of Pezula Racing, a brand new Irish professional cycling team. Not bad, wha'?
In the meantime, keep the rubber side down!
3 comments:
Man all this anti-bureaucracy talk is making me wonder if you are ditching your socialist ways. What next a post about the dangers of unions?
damn right her bike's nicer than yours. that's the way it should be, you know.
Pig's mickey? You're just making up irish sounding phrases now. Get back online soon!
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