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Archive for June, 2007

What draws me to bike racing, or anything competitive, really, is that despite the flairing egos and tempers that we must sometimes contend with, I know that we are really there to support each other in our quest to become better people. Like, at the last crit I tried, the one in Folsom. As we [...]

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I was crossing an intersection to reconnect to the bike path, coming to a near stop to check for clearance, as I am wont to do. This usually gets me sneers and jeers from my cycling cohorts, but I’d rather live, thanks. It still didn’t ward off the driver turning left, traveling at too fast [...]

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The summer my mom tried to become an alcoholic was just like any other summer. It was a Saturday morning, and it was time to go grocery shopping at the Alpha Beta. Maggy and I fought over who’d sit in the front seat, just like all the other times. We fought over who’d push the [...]

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I keep forgetting to write race reports. One reason is because I am psychologically blocked from the hate mail I received from my last report. I only mention this to bring whoever’s missed out on this debacle up-to-speed. It was only one piece of hate mail, but she was apparently representing a number of riders. [...]

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Mon Champion

My French penpal Juliette brings me great news: and the winner is : juuuuuuuuuuuuuullllllllllllllllllllllllllllliiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeennnnnnnnnnnnnn !!! Can you believe it? Julien Doré is the Nouvelle Star 2007. Oh, I toss and turn, I can’t twist at night!

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“Dad, I can’t recall a single argument between you and Mom, ever, in my entire life.” “I guess we’re not the fighting kind.” Note that this is only with each other. “Yeah, but what about Maggy?” Note that Maggy was not there to defend herself. Thank God, because she usually punches me. “Maybe she was a [...]

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My dad wanted to go to IHOP or Denny’s. Ignoring his birthday wishes, I dragged him down to downtown Pleasanton, instead. “What’s good there,” he said. I didn’t know exactly, but we agreed on Strizzi’s, that Italian place on the corner. Strizzi’s was closed, so we ambled on to the next restaurant we could find. [...]

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