Tyler Hamilton
Wednesday, May 9th, 2007Not just punted from the Giro, he’s now suspended from his team.
What a travesty! The guy is so totally innocent. How do I know? He’s an American. Americans race clean dude.
Believe Tyler. Send him your money.
“Where hacks come to spew nonsense” – B2B
Not just punted from the Giro, he’s now suspended from his team.
What a travesty! The guy is so totally innocent. How do I know? He’s an American. Americans race clean dude.
Believe Tyler. Send him your money.
Super Rookie is right!
Imagine that.
This link via Google is way better than the Skweezer link to view this site on your mobile device.
Check out how many riders line up to race the velodrome in San Diego. Good thing it’s a 333m track!
Image courtesy of SanDeigo81.
When Mrs. Smithers and I go into the Boundary Waters we always use Tuscarora Outfitter as our launching point.
Things have been touch and go for them with the Ham Lake Fire. You can read their blog here.
On Tuesday, without note in the U.S. media, more than half of the members of Iraq’s parliament rejected the continuing occupation of their country. 144 lawmakers signed onto a legislative petition calling on the United States to set a timetable for withdrawal.
It’s a hugely significant development. Lawmakers demanding an end to the occupation now have the upper hand in the Iraqi legislature for the first time.
Why are we still in Iraq?
There is no good reason.

Ped gave me the super sweet leadout for the Wayzata sprint last night and I spanked Super Rookie’s monkey ass in the sprint!
PMax spanked my monkey ass though so I was only able to finish second…
Mrs. Smithers and I had hamburgers for dinner on Monday night.
Now I know why I felt so bad on the Urthel ride last night. I am sure that’s the reason.
I noticed that my heart rate was 10–15 beats per mintue above normal as we rolled west from Minneapolis. I also noticed a couple of Grumpy ladies sitting beside the Greenway path in SLP. Why are those ladies so Grumpy? I don’t know.
Speaking of grumpy, we saw the usual yelling match between some ride participants as we rounded Baker Park. I don’t know what it is about this ride that brings out the yelling but it seems to be a weekly occurance. Maybe we need to change the name of this ride to the Yelling Ride. Come on out and yell. Actually, don’t.
Anyway, I was happy to hang on to the ride for the duration. It was not easy, but this ride never is easy for me.
Here is a preview for a movie that would have come out if Big George had won Paris-Roubaix this year instead of breaking his wrist in a stupid meaningless domestic race.
Way to go Big George!