Roadbike Review pulled the plug on the blogs several weeks ago, without, as far as I know, any warning. Few of us used them; I was the only one who posted there over several years.
Being vain enough to think that some of my writing is worth saving, here to follow are some that I have recovered, thank's to Google's caching feature.
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Saturday, November 7, 2009 at 05:34 PM
The World Lance Hath Made
So there I was, circling Canyon Lake #5, trying to recondition an out-of-shape pair of legs, recovering after an uphill sprint, when I heard a noise, a swishing sound.
Then a cyclist passed me, nothing unusual in that; the years have taught me that my place in life is to get passed. But this time, the passer was about 9-10 years old, aboard a road bike fitted to him. And he was decked out in full cyclist's kit.
He was also followed by a car, from which parental eyes watched carefully.
Feeling stronger, I followed closely but not too closely. No point in threatening the kid's ego or in trying to boost mine by passing him.
But think. How remarkable that a little kid would be that involved in ... cycling. We are not talking about football or soccer or little league baseball but ... CYCLING!
What wonders hath Lance wrought?
What greater wonders are to come?
Being vain enough to think that some of my writing is worth saving, here to follow are some that I have recovered, thank's to Google's caching feature.
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Saturday, November 7, 2009 at 05:34 PM
The World Lance Hath Made
So there I was, circling Canyon Lake #5, trying to recondition an out-of-shape pair of legs, recovering after an uphill sprint, when I heard a noise, a swishing sound.
Then a cyclist passed me, nothing unusual in that; the years have taught me that my place in life is to get passed. But this time, the passer was about 9-10 years old, aboard a road bike fitted to him. And he was decked out in full cyclist's kit.
He was also followed by a car, from which parental eyes watched carefully.
Feeling stronger, I followed closely but not too closely. No point in threatening the kid's ego or in trying to boost mine by passing him.
But think. How remarkable that a little kid would be that involved in ... cycling. We are not talking about football or soccer or little league baseball but ... CYCLING!
What wonders hath Lance wrought?
What greater wonders are to come?