"Who Cares? I'm Flying" Award

Hats off to the Aussie Pocket Rocket!

Sex Panthers Beat Off In The Shower!

Last night the almighty Sex Panthers extended their record to 8-1-1 in a well-earned kickball victory against Off In The Shower. I don't name the teams, I just do the reporting. The scores were 3-0 in the first and 16-1 in the second.

However, the Sex Panthers were faced with a virtually insurmountable obstacle to overcome in the second game. It seems that someone had underestimated the team’s hydration needs and under-bought on the loud mouth soup. Somehow, the team was still able to amble onto victory even with the imminent threat of dehydration!

Jewish-American Buries the Italian-Canadians!

Big congrats to Danny Klein who snagged his second win at Ciaciaro this past week! Danny had bridged himself from the field to the chase break, then to the break, and then right through the break. It was a great effort and a well-deserved win.

Myself, I was stuck in the chase break, which contained about four Wolverines. After Danny attacked, he was able to shed Danielle DeFrancheschi who then became locked in the wolverine cage. I rolled in at a respectable 7th after nearly being taken out by Kroske in the last turn (and I was trying to lead him out). Kroske loves his fellow Wolverines so much he just sometimes needs to ride really close to them to express his affection. After he almost introduced me to a black top face plant, he came across the line one foot out and his bike on a 45-degree angle with the literally hooked bars of John Coats; this sent John in the ditch. It’s a good thing John knows how to keep the rubber side down.

All work and no play, makes Timmy a very dull boy…

I am not MIA. I was out of town with limited internet access. However, it seems that between celebrating our nation’s freedom, losing for the first time in kickball, missing the State Crit, and painting the entire interior of my new digs…I have been creatively drained and unable to make time for the blogging world.


However, in an effort to drown my sorrows from Friday’s k-ball loss and tie against “Subject to Change” (current team record-6-1-1)…I picked up a new hobby:

Who Cares? I'm Falling...

With preparations for this weekend’s State Criterium Championships, it seemed that no one has really caught my eye for the “Who Cares? I’m Flying Award” yet. However, I did have the pleasure of riding with Allen Smith yesterday. Allen’s cycling career thus far, has a hefty resume of not to keeping the rubber side down, yesterday was no exception.
As I arrived at Allen’s, he proceeded to inform me that he got hit by a car on his vintage 50lb Schwinn earlier this morning while on a innocent 3 block jaunt to a local bakery to score some donuts. Although he seemed to be a bit shaken up mentally, he was able to forge onto the WSC/Dybowski skills drills session in the B-Ham Cemetery, then the Beverly ride at 6:00. However, it seems that somehow (Kroske), Allen was taken out on one of the turns in the cemetery and landed ass up/shoulder down on top of mangled mountain of carbon fiber in front of a tombstone. One passerby asked, “Is he ok?”…Dybowski replied, “He’s fine, we just need a shovel and we’ll be all set”. Allen soon rose to his feet again, relatively unscathed and was able to finish the ride complete with some fresh new skid marks on his shoulder.

So everybody raise their water bottles to Allen this week, He is our honorary “Who Cares? I’m FALLING Award”.

It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood…won’t you be my neighbor…

Hey neighbor! I have some big news today. Yes you guessed it, I have officially moved into my house. My friends Mike, Allen, and Scott helped me. It’s important to have friends and it’s important to share because sharing is caring. I have some oat sodas stocked in my fridge; anyone is welcome to drop by in the next few days so I can share a beverage with you.

Pretty…Pretty nice little Saturday actually

I am going to confess a glinting thought of mine I had this weekend. For the first time in many moons I prioritized textbook Midwestern “suburban” duties over cycling and preparing for this weekend's TT. I spent Wednesday through Saturday doing some home landscape improvements.


I have always had an addictive personality. It has seemed to manifest itself in many different areas of my life at times (i.e. cycling, yo-yoing, recently kickball, music, snowboarding, etc.). Everything I have ever become interested in I have dove into head forward with passion. I can see myself already moving in that direction with this whole home ownership thing.

The idea of home ownership/pride was something I never understood nor really wanted to. However, somehow one day I woke up and I was a homeowner. The thought still always passes through my head, “am I crazy?…what have I gotten myself into, now I’m just going to get married, have kids, get fat, and settle into the woodwork with the rest of the suburbanites…I’ll never ride my bike fast again”. I have always viewed my passions as what define me.

Balance is the key I need to strive for. This is something I’ve never been good at but need to be. There are many people in my life that have full-time jobs (that work 12 months out of the year), have kids, homes, and still fly on the bike. Perhaps this endeavor will aid in some much-needed self-improvement. Damn, I may be growing up…I managed to dodge it for so long.

I move in this Tuesday…any strong individuals who would like to show up throughout the course of the day to move stuff from my POD are welcome.

Below are some pics of my landscaping achievements. I had absolutely no idea what I was doing, but it seemed to turn out ok. Special thanks goes out to my father, Angela, and Heather for the extra assistance and idea consulting.

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AFTER:



Oh and by the way, no TT race report detail from today…just one word…debacle, we'll leave it at that.