Where have I been for the last week and a half? Well, I spent a few days hanging out with Lance Armstrong.
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Ok, so I didn't actually hang with Lance, but I did see him speak at a conference. Which is where I actually was last week. This week it's back to the regular daily grind of being a road warrior. And thus I bring you these images from my travels:
Every time I see this sign:
I think of this song by Dschinghis Khan. Just thought you might want to know that.
And now a question: How do you spell "ghetto" in Swedish? I'll tell you:
"Home-made ragtop Volvo."
And now for something completely different. A blurry picture:
Had I managed to not do such a craptacular job of taking this photo, you would have been able to count the following: Three motorcycles, and five strapping young men. You do the math. Not that there's anything wrong with that, of course. . .
And now I bring you Central PA, in all it's holiday weekend traffic glory:
Notice the red lights stretching into the distance. Mind you, this traffic was moving at about 5 mph. We weren't near any big city, and it was off-hours. No accidents or road work, just a few thousand people trying to fit on the same stretch of tarmac on Rt 80 in the middle of nowhere. God, how it makes me wish for a bicycle. . .
My first race is this coming weekend. Of course, I have a raging cold/sinus infection right now. With that, I close. Good luck getting Dschinghis out of your head. Moskau, Moskau. . .