Time It Was.

Screw you guys, it's video clip Wednesday!

(Which, incidentally, I haven't been able to brand with a catchy label yet. You may have noticed).

Please note that I have finally stopped listening to Milemarker. But that doesn't mean I've stopped dancing. Here's some Dirtbombs:




Some classic rock from a duo I really like (Gillian Welch and David Rawlings) and a group I don't really like, but who go alright here (Old Crow Medicine Show):



As if I wasn't going to throw in some PE. Surprisingly, given how rad it is, this is a newer one:




And, finally, here's an appropriate one for all of you who came here from a St Kilda Cycling Club re-tweet. Incidentally, I'm a little disappointed that no one has called me a Commie since that post. I guess the Cold War is over. Anyways, here's some Propagandhi:

A Dirty Bomb.

It seems every other cycling blog on the planet has commented on the Contador saga, so I guess I should too. Fortunately for me, the full extent of my reaction to the matter can be summed up like this:



Meh.



Here's a sweet Milemarker clip to make it all go away.



Furthermore, if anyone out there wants to form a Milemarker-esque band with hilarious lyrics about both competitive and recreational cycling, you should get in touch. I've been trying to make that particular band happen since about 2006, to no avail. Because if there's one thing us uptight cyclist types need, it's some time on the dancefloor.

Down And Out Here In Paradise.

Back to work today, and it's knocked me fair on my ass. So even though about a million ideas for a million sweet articles are lingering on my notepad, you're going to have to make do with just a sweet clip from Johnny Cougar.