Cyberclog

OK, this is my second try at posting to the blog. There's some computer on our network that is probably infected with a virus or something and it has been clogging up my pipe for days. I'm hoping the data systems people will find it before I hurl myself off the roof. The Board of Regens was supposed to have emailed me some documents last night that I never got, so they re-sent them this morning. I have still not seen them and no, they didn't get taken out by my junk mail filter. I finally had to resort to the damned fax machine. That's pretty crude. So anyway, it's been very frustrating and it isn't like I don't have a lot to do right now.

The morning training ride today was pretty fast and I wasn't feeling quite up to it for some reason. As soon as the pace got fast, most of the group started sitting on at the back so there were only a few riders actually in the rotation. A couple of times I pulled off from the front and Kevin H got out of the saddle and attacked. What was with that? Donald was playing policeman, letting gaps open in front of him, but eventually closing them down too. The ride back got pretty fast too, but by then I had decided that since I obviously wasn't firing on all cylinders I should hang out on the back for a while to recharge the batteries. I think my legs were still a little tired from the weekend - the odometer on the Cervelo turned over 54,000 miles on Sunday. I wonder how many miles the legs have on them? After missing the races up in S'port last weekend, I was thinking that I would make the trip up to Monroe for the criterium this weekend, but then I got an email from the organizers up there saying that they were cancelling it. Damn. The next closest race is a 4-day stage race in Tennessee with a $110 entry fee for masters and, well, that's just not going to happen.

So as I was leaving for work this morning on the commuter I was surprised to find a motorcycle wedged under a car not half a block from the house. Usually I hear those sorts of accidents, not to mention the sirens from the police cars and ambulances, but I didn't hear anything. The scene was pretty quiet - no ambulance and just a single police car and a couple of people. Maybe it happened in the early morning hours and they were still investigating, or maybe the rider was able to bail out reasonably safely and they were just waiting for tow trucks. Anyway, I've never seen anyone wedge a motorcycle underneath a car like that before.