Feeling a bit like Dorothy

I got a call yesterday from World Cup Cycle and Ski just as I was walking into my local Giant.  My shoes had arrived.  This meant my 'to do' list ended getting altered.  I did get the giant holly bush at the end of the front sidewalk chopped down to size, but I didn't get to the trim in the dining room.  Today will be a better day for the trim anyway.  Weather is supposed to be overcast and rainy.  Knowing I'd be itching to actually go for a ride with my new shoes made this a rather easy decision.
And they look spectacular.  I must say, when I put them on at home I did feel a little bit like Dorothy... without the lacy socks.  Sweat socks will do just fine.

You'll notice there is patent leather on the toes.  Guys in kilts?  Watch out.
As I said, cycling shoes have clips on the soles that fit into pedals.  My whole life I've been avoiding them because they're more expensive and require special pedals.  The investment was worthwhile.  In fact it took about 4 seconds before I slapped myself up side the head and said "I should have done this years ago."  End result:  I cut 10 minutes off a 5 mile ride and that makes a world of difference.

The clip is are at the balls of your feet

Think of them as super, duper tap shoes.
Twice the Idiot Jerk in the White House has denied spending a single night in Moscow during the 2013 Miss Universe pageant.  Surprise, surprise, they appear to be lies.  For those who don't know, that is when he was supposedly filmed in a Golden Shower video.  And it seems as though he spent at least one complete night, and flew out in the early morning hours of the 2nd night.  There is, of course, no comment from either the White House or the Idiot Jerk's team.  You can bet that when they do say something, the first two words you'll see will be "Fake Media."
I'll leave you with one amazing fact, for those who didn't know.  Everybody has balls on their feet... even women.

Those Crazy Gods of the Tour de France are at it again!

For years the Tour de France seemed to be peddling along just fine, except for those little things called doping scandals which circled around it like flies do shit.  I think because the Gods of the Tour, for the most part, had grown a little weary of the event.  To them doping was just stupidity on wheels, and maybe they thought it was 'one of those mortal things' and was really none of their business; the race was still rolling after all.  But then, sometime around the Floyd Landis bit, they seemed to begin to wake up.  Teams started cleaning up and perhaps the Gods realized that those mortal cyclists actually ride better when they're not all doped up.  Look what they did to Lance Armstrong, flicked him away like a bugger from their finger.  And today, on the 1st stage of the 100th Tour de France, those crazy Gods decided to have a little fun.  I mean, everything started off okay and the first two Acts went swell.  Then Act 3 arrive on a bus.

Is there a finger in that sign, somewhere?

Had I been that bus driver, I would have jumped out and looked up at the sign I'd hit and shouted "Holy Shit!"  Not this driver, he sat there and covered his face with his hands.  Oops.  Then they changed the finish line to the 3 kilometer mark which would have worked except this stage was to have a sprint ending.  Just past the 3 kilometer mark the road bends to the right.  Sherwin said it best,   "they can't end it there, there's a bend in the road, there's a bend in the road."  You do know, sprinters don't stop at the finish line, they're going fast so they tend to hit their brakes until after they've passed it, about where the road bends.  But then the bus was moved and the finish line returned to where it had once been.  But then one of the Gods stuck his finger down into the Peleton and gave it a little swirl and there was a crash and another one stuck a finger in Greipel's gears.  Couldn't you hear them laughing?  I could.  They said "we're going to make this the most interesting race ever!"  Of course, Cavendish wants to blame the crash on those mortal officials, he doesn't understand that those crazy Gods of the Tour de France are at it again.  They are alive and well, and, I think fully awake.