Tuff

Man, it feels like summer now. We had a nice steady recovery ride up on the levee this morning where John told me that Keven L. had broken his collarbone last week. Apparently a parent and young child were walking along the bike path and just as Kevin got to them the boy turned into Kevin's lane. Kevin was on his TT bike and did not land gracefully. This will be his second broken collarbone since last October when he crashed dramatically in the Rocktoberfest race.

It's kind of funny, but there is always a controversy over whether it's worth putting Mr. Tuffys in your tires or not in order to reduce the number of flats you get. I don't have a particularly partisan stand on that issue, myself, and although I've never used them I guess they probably work OK. Matt left me the following e-mail this morning about Rob, who often preaches the benefits of Tuffys as he's waiting for yet another rider to fix yet another flat on the group rides:

Dear Legeai,
Yesterday, Todd, VJ, John Thompson, Konrad and myself (Big Player Pimp Rinard) went to the Red Bluff . The second portion of the road is pretty chewed up. However, when we get to the turn around your buddy Konrad has a flat. After taking it apart he complains that he got a flat yesterday too. Well, as it turns out the fucking tuffy had a course edge and was rupturing the inner tube so after much deliberation Todd convinced Rob to take the tuffy out of the tire. Now, this was tremendous fodder for a shit-stirrer like myself and I told him tuffys sucked and that you would definitely be informed at the unreliability of this product that he so strongly endorses. So we made it back without any catastrophes. Todd went for the final city limit sign but of course I came around him and gloated for the next mile and a half back to the car how wonderful I was. By the way summer has arrived we sweated our balls off.
Matt

Now that's funny!

Free dinner tonight! We're having a good-luck dinner for Irena in our office who is heading off to Yale Business School in the fall and will be quitting her job here shortly. It will be at a place called "Monkey Hill" on Magazine Street, which used to be the infamous "Audubon Tavern" before the snobby neighbors got tired of the all-night action in the neighborhood. I thought it was still just a bar, but I guess they must have a meeting room or something. Should be interesting.