Friday Rant (and XC ski ninja)

It's that time of the week again. It's Friday night and I'm convincing myself, that the little lady is going to sleep in and not wake up at 6:45 AM, as she has done every single Saturday for the past 18 months.

I've been trying to keep up with the latest gossip, but Kimmage's Landis interview and Cyclocosm blog are too much to handle for this time crunched cyclist. I'm sticking to BSNYC blog...at least that makes me smirk in self-contained Finnish way. The opposite for a finn is of course to grip his/her fist in his/her pocket. Only thing that may outrage a finn is a swede showing off in his dad's Volvo.

Well anyway. I went skiing last night since the weather was quite nice. It was nice to have some decent glide on the trails. But then suddenly, a ski ninja approached fast and I just had to hop off the trail to let him pass. He was clad in black and wore a black balaclava over his (her?) face. This is why I believe he/she was a ninja, because only an xc ski ninja would cover his face in such a warm weather. The ninja was skiing super weird ninja wassberg (skiing term for one skate double poll). Almost deep squatting on both kicks and moving sideways at least as much as forward. Him being xc ski ninja is my only explanation...or maybe it was Don.

Anyway, need to see of there's some cycling coverage online tomorrow.

Chasing Legends, or something

I heard that Silver City Polo Park is playing a cycling documentary tomorrow. It's the Chasing Legends clip about HTC-Columbia and 2009 Tour and specifically following Mark Cavendish a.k.a. Boy Racer a.k.a. Cry Boy a.k.a. Manx Missile. If it would be a documentary of an off-season beach holiday of Fabian & Andy, Melissa would probably force me to go, but since in all our bike geekiness we both dislike Mr. Cav, I can avoid this one. I guess Silver City didn't really think about the huge demographic group of 30 year old cyclist Finns living in Winnipeg when picking their feature doc. I may need not to get this on DVD either, for the fear of smashing my TV with a floorpump, since I may have similar allergic reactions to this than I have to Bobke...except the photo where his crashing on cobbles. But have fun if you're going. I will stroke my purist ego by watching 1983 Paris-Roubaix.

And I was watching some early season racing today on a trainer. WTF is wrong with the new jerseys? Have all the teams bought their design services from Rapha?