Gotta Be Strong.

Cycling Tips is my new favourite blog. That is all.

Dear Ron MacLean.

Having just purchased the new Propagandhi record, I'm still getting my head around it. Even at this early stage, however, I'd like to thank the Manitoban boys for writing the song 'Dear Coach's Corner', which, although about ice hockey, neatly encapsulates nearly all of my feelings about football. The footy has started this weekend. The Bombers are playing today. I can only hope that no RAAF flyovers, no 21 gun salutes and no national anthems pass for pre-match entertainment.

As Stolen Cars Pass Through The Night.

So yeah, it has been a while. The problem with most blogs with a cycling emphasis is that when the weather is fine the time between posts grows and grows. Ladies and gentlemen - and in particular, those reading overseas - the weather has been fine indeed.

I've been riding a lot, and even training for riding. This has had some okay outcomes, in that I've won a few races. I can't say this in itself bothers me particularly - in fact, my results sheet is starting to look quite nice (thanks for asking). What bothers me, however, is that most - if not all - of these significant wins should probably have asterisks behind them. In last night's Trackolympics Alleycat, for example, I only really took the prize after cracking the shits about a checkpoint not being at the assigned place when I arrived. And at the Bendigo Madison, I only scored the first in the E grade scratch race after riding semi-(il)legally on the duckboards, eventually forcing the guy in front of me out of the sprinter's lane and out of contention.

I could go on, but really, the more I do, the less it worries me. I like to win, but I also like stories. And if every asterisk has a decent story attached, I'd be pretty happy with that.

You Could Be The Pollen.