Ok, it looks like Cody forgot to take his meds again....Or perhaps this is a result of spending too much time with Kenny G.

"Hello Swobiters...
Hope all is well out there in knickers wearing, single speed riding, latte drinking, elitist land....Old C.O. spent the last weekend on the front range of Colorado (Denver/Boulder) checking the scene, racing, and catching up with some amigos from days gone by.....The first couple stops where by two of the sickest cycling shops around, Vecchios, and Boulder Cycle Sport. Two of the most genuine, bike friendly spots in the land...No matter if you are pulling the training wheels off your daughters first rig, or truing a pair of $2,000 hoops, these dudes will set you straight.....At Vecchios Jim, Peter and Sean will preach the gospel of all things functional (and Campy) over a cold brew...While over at BCS, Brandon "Dubba" Dwight will lay it down on all the reasons 'cross rules (as if you needed reminding), kids are the best, and most importantly, why Dopers Suck. Definitely check out these two spots the next time you visit The Peoples Republic of Boulder. It will be certainly be worth you while....
Next I rolled over to the household of the "First Family of American Cycling" to see how the Phinny brood is holding up....
For those of you that don't know, this is the most badass crew of cyclists on the planet....Pops has the most wins of any American cyclist in history (Olympics, TDF, Coors Classic Et All.), and has played a huge part in the development of young American beasts from coast to coast....He rolled over to Europa with Keifel, Alexi, Hampsten and the 7-Eleven boys and beat the euros at their own game, not knowing what the fuck a Team Time Trial even was....your tattoos may be rad...your fixie may be the shit...your honey may have the sickest dreads from Portland to San Fran, but Davis and crew, no matter what you think of pro cycling past, present and future where/are more punk than you can ever hope to be......not to mention his wife won the gold in L.A. in '84, and to this day will work each and every one of you....any time anywhere!! Their son Taylor is far and away the most talented up and comer in the country....try to beat him on a climb, sprint, dirt jump or document delivery, he will beat your ass.....badly...The Golden Crit was great...a huge turnout for a chilly day.....All and all the scene is stout here in the Rockies...the snow is melting, and the loons are heading for the hills....can the rest of the country keep up???? Doubtful!!!!
Say your prayers,
CO
Disclaimer: If anyone disagrees with any of the above statements (espicially those pertaining to the acheviments of the 7-Eleven Cycling Team) please attatch your address/telephone # to any and all comments you may have so the author (C.O.) may hunt you down, and beat your ass....over and over again!!!

That Cody, he so craizey..

Heads a bit foggy today. Wednesday #2 for the season went off without a hitch, and nary a bellyache.
We had the pee bottle flick, which Garen won with an astonishing flick of 16 feet or some nonsense, with Mike coming in a close second, and some of the women complaining that pee bottle flicking is a guy thing, thereby creating an unlevel playing field. I dont really understand that one. Whenever I see big gulp cups, pine cones, piles of horse dung, or especially pee bottles, I tend to always give em a fling with the front wheel. Its what makes America great.

Lots of one handed hijinx again his week, followed by dark and scary descents, as well as the much anticipated arrival of the Mafias own Yafro to our midst. Last week, Garen lost a shoe, this week I lost a glove and a bit of my liver. That, however tends to kindof go without saying...

I should also include this shot from 685 of Woodruffian.
'1978, Torker, Nebraska, his dad was a cop.'

Rad.