Anywhere But Here

I’ve a list the length of the Golden Gate of shit I have not completed, both personal and work related. The amount of sleep I need to catch up on is also mounting.. maybe that’s why I overslept by an hour today....Sweet. This Rowdeezy has decided she needs to pull her act together. Have crossed off 2 Huge things on list already! Only 7 more Huge Things to do, I mean to go. Jeez Freudian Slip there, huh???

Must stay focused.. so today less typing from me and more from Josh who is Riding the Globe with his German Lady! LOL! Check out his journal at www.ridingtheglobe.com. He likes to use a lot of run-on sentences (hahaha) but he has some funny and amazing stories to share thus far. I’m so jealous of his trip and it makes me wish right now that I was anywhere but here. Check out his “run-in” with Lance. Whew! Way to not screw it up Josh! GO TEAM DISCOVERY. Way to kick NO.7 Ass Lance!

This morning I woke up a little fuzzy headed from the wine last night but due to the oven that was my tent I had no choice but to get up. Damn I should have looked for a shady spot to pitch my tent. The area was buzzing with people, semi-trucks, helicopters, and camera crews getting ready for the riders to cross the finish line. I spent most of the day wandering around chatting with people and watching the preparations. At 3:00 I started to wander down the road to find a good place to watch Lance come up the hill. At about 3:30 a series of floats and sponsor cars started to come up the hill, each throwing out hats and stuff. When 4:45 rolled around the excitement started to mount and after a few minutes everybody was crowding to the center of the street. As I crowded my way towards the street, camera at the ready, I caught a glimpse of a cyclist about 100 feet down the road. Hhhhmmm, I wondered if I would be allowed back in America if I tackled Lance, well definitely not Texas at least. So I opted not to tackle Lance, not fearing that I would never be allowed back in Texas but more out of spite for the French cause they would rejoice that he didn’t win, they really hate the fact that an American owns this event, well that and the fact that I would probably miss and be run over by another biker and end up with a broken hip, I am not too coordinated sometimes.

So as crowd seemed to part inches before his front wheel ran them over he was right in front of me and I got a picture. Yes kinda anti-climatic but then some other bicyclists went by and then a few more and yes some more after them. I mean really I can ride hundreds of miles a day so I don’t see the big deal, well yes my bike has a motor but I think that just makes me smarter than them. In fact, I think I was the only one cheering for the support guys on the motorcycles. So that was the Tour-De-France, not nearly as exciting as Irish Road Races or Running of the Bulls. But I guess I can check it off my been there, do that list.

PS. Beam me up Scotty.... R.I.P