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Those Shamals were interesting in the cross wind yesterday Highjack off.

Time to dust mine off again for spring :

I like this Kiwi. Next year they should send Sonny Bill Williams and sort out all the spectators. http://www.cyclingweekly.co.uk/news/racing/tour-de-france/spectator-floored-clashing-george-bennett-tour-de-france-257671 "New Zealander George Bennett collides with roadside spectator on final climb during stage nine of Tour de France A roadside spectator appeared to step out in front of Bennett as he was riding up the final Arcalis climb and rounding a corner. Bennett attempted to swerve around the spectator, but instead engaged them with his shoulder, causing them to fall to the ground." it was brilliant to watch. Bennett dropped his shoulder and the slob went down Ronaldo in the box and stayed down for the count. Read more at http://www.cyclingweekly.co.uk/news/racing/tour-de-france/spectator-floored-clashing-george-bennett-tour-de-france-257671#G4CsDbGzCJPz4S6q.99

How is Tom enjoying the coastal life ?

Sy neus lyk so 'n bietjie krom in daardie foto. Ek wonder wat met hom kon gebeur het ?

Chicken Caesar salad

This brings back memories. My grandfather was stationed in the USA during the 1950s and shipped back a ShopSmith Table saw/lathe that he used in his retirement to make small pieces of wood out of large ones. He was a tinkerer and could amuse himself for hours working on a small part of something or another. My F@kken cousin who pulled everything through his backside got all of his workshop equipment & tools and needless to say, it all followed in the same way. I still have his B&D drill though. 65 Years old and still going strong. (Ok, it never was the most powerful drill, so still going as strong as it ever did).

Listen, I know what I am talking about. I am a Lions supporter and drive this ..............

I can't comment on the rest, but this one is surely obvious. Both are great for a while but sooner or later the metaphorical wheels come off and they grind to an ignominious halt. What is worse, everyone who has invested his heart into a relationship with either one of them, knows deep down that he will be let down just he had gotten his hopes up that, this time, they will go all the way.

Actually, the law does hold directors to a different standard to other employees. Two small examples are that their share dealings in the company's shares need to be published as does there annual remuneration and how it is made up. By the way, I think that all competitive cyclists, i.e. those that race in any category, Pro, Vets, Juniors, etc. should be held to the same standard. I think that this needs to be at a higher level than the standard expected from people who ride for fun. The problem as I see it is that CSA had deemed EVERYBODY who rides in ANY event a "licenced" rider so there is no differentiation between those that race one another for a podium spot and those who race against the clock, their mates or themselves.

And that is also why a bunch of guys in South Africa can make and sell shirts under the Polo brand. Ralph Lauren who owns the brand internationally did not protect his IP in South Africa during the 80's, so someone else registered a brand with the same name and almost identical logo here and now are the rightful owners. Hence no proper Ralph Lauren shirts in SA as he is prevented for infringing their trademark.

I did the "dry run" the year before the first formal event, although nothing was dry. It started raining the night before we set off from Montagu for the first day and it did not stop for three full days. The riding, support, routes and organisation were all brilliant and I can only believe that an even better experience was had the next year as the lessons learnt would have been applied and the weather could only have been better. I will definitely do it again when I manage to fit it into my life.

Read Rita Hayworth and the Shawshank redemption. Best of his books.

Let me know what you think.

Hopefully not the one that died in the "knocked up and cycling" thread

Lamb Vindaloo, on it's way from Mantra. With some rice, a naan and a beer. 9 holes of golf later this afternoon.

I read an author new to me last weekend, and enjoyed it enough to get the next book in the series. The author is Mick Herron and the first book I read was "Slow Horses". Slough house is where MI5 send their misfits and screw-ups to be bored by mindless tasks in the hope that they would rather quit the service, thus saving Her Majesty's Government having to boot them out and running the risk of an employment tribunal. It is neither a house nor is it in Slough. It consists of 4 threadbare floors sandwiched between a grimy Chinese restaurant and a convenience store in a very unfashionable part of Finsbury, London. It is named as the inhabitants who have been dismissed as "the Slow Horses" by the rest of MI5, who all operate out of glitzy high tech offices overlooking Regent's park. They are tormented by their fat, farting, dismissive, rude, slob of a boss Jackson Lamb, who lives in semi darkness on the top floor and who hands out the punishment of tedium with undisguised relish. Lamb has unfettered control over their lives and seeks to make it as uncomfortable as possible. He is quite possibly the worst boss I have encountered and the only thing that the other inhabitants have in common is their hatred of him. Once he was a respected and feared operative who ran assets behind the iron curtain playing by "Moscow rules" i.e. watch your back. But now he is an anachronism in the modern world of high tech spying where everyone else is playing by "London rules" i.e. cover your arse. Most that knew him are out of the service, and those who didn't, underestimate him at their peril. Of course a MI5 operation goes wrong and Lamb and his slow horses are set up by the suits to take the blame. But Lamb knows where the "bodies are buried" and bullies, blackmails and cheats his way through the bureaucracy as his motley bunch take on the baddies as well as their illustrious colleagues. It is funny, clever, suspenseful and Lamb is the best drawn spy master since George Smiley. I read it compulsively in two sittings and am reading the next one this weekend.

Fortunately, and after a month, I have finally moved from this thread back to the "Where has your bike taken you today" one. Lovely outing this morning...

Yip. I bought my first DS bike, a Spez Epic from Anton at Summit in 2004. For convenience sake, the bike was taken to a large and well know business for its regular services. In around 2009 I took the bike to Mike's as they had recently opened close ro me and I like supporting small businesses. Mike called me to come and see my bike and from the bearing condition it was clear that none had ever been checked, lubed or replaced. I am wiser and more knowledgeable now and will not fall for absence of services again.

Not necessarily. It could have had regular "major services" at a well known golf, apologies cycle, store out north. I learnt this the hard way.

Was this the case at the Henley Regatta ?

I had that two weeks ago (exactly) and have not been able to ride since. At least I am no longer producing green stuff from my lungs. Will try and ride gently from tomorrow.

Linda Lovelace had a Heroin problem.

Exactly. Therefore, if public humiliation, ongoing scorn and expulsion from the pack is the price of getting caught it may make people think twice as the price becomes too high.

Create a super duper category which does not come into consideration for the prize money and put all the dopers in together. Let them go off 10 mins before the cyclists.