Many cyclists know about it: the MID-WINTER LEG SHAVE.

So, you've allowed the garden to overgrow during the past few months. One day, you step into the shower, and as look down at your legs as the water streams down your nappy, hairy, common-looking legs, you decide that it's good time for a mid-winter pick-me-up.

The mid-winter leg shave is guaranteed to buy you 5 extra motivation bonus points.

You grab your Mach III and go to town on those grizzly tree trunks. (or chicken legs, in the case of the 2skinnypros) As you emerge from the shower, you can't help but take more than a few glances to admire that you still have muscles down there.

At nite in bed, you circle and swish your smooth legs around the sheets, gitty with anticipation about testing them out tomorrow. Somehow, as we all know, shaved legs go faster. So, you decide to go on the group ride for a change, and even though it is 34 degrees and raining outside, you have opted to wear knee warmers... in the hopes that maybe your riding partners will catch a glipse of the bottom half of your silky smooth, milky-white, defined calves.

Happy New Year, mister mid-winter leg shaver!

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Check this OUT! Saint Thomas dug this flyer out of his stash of crap he saved from when he went to the bike show back in the seventies.

Go ahead- click to enlage




Can you imagine going out a date with a fine lady on one of these bad boys? Can you imagine planting her head-first into the pavement when you swerve to avoid a squirrel? Please tell me, where can I find one of these?

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This is currently occuring in my mouth:


I am taking Percocet for Pericornitis (pericoronal abscess). (infection of the gum around my wisdom tooth) It is terribly painful, but, thanks to Dr. Zimmerman, I am happy to be getting better, slowly. I don't know what I'd do without Dr. Zim. The man can fix me from 4 states away. Anyway, I'm down for the count until this thing goes away. It kills. No cycling training has occured for 4 days. But, here's a foto recap of recent trip to California:


Lounging around- what we did most of the time.


Motor pacing in the winter??? Emphasis on form & cadence.


Taking bad photos of D-Gal pacin' it up. Bouncing off the roller bar is fun, it seems dangerous at first at 50kph, but it's quite fine.


Telling jokes to Sheff, and bustin' balls.


Getting lost on 5.5 hour rides, then doing 7, in the cold rain.


Then, becoming friends again after forgiving D-Gal for the wrong turn on the 7 hour day.

I HAVE HAD THE WORST HICCUPS ALL DAY!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhrrgh-gh

Also, MERRY CHRISTMAS everyone. This year I donated all of my gifts to a charitable cause: myself.

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I'm stoked about doing some cross-country skiing this winter. I just got a sweet new set of skis n' boots, but it's been freakin' 70 degrees outside this week. I'm having a hard time getting in the Holiday spirit with this warm weather. Who wants to sip eggnog after getting back from riding in shorts?

Next month I'm headed to Europe with my babe. We'll be visiting Poppa Herby in Geneva and travlling through Switzerland, France, and Italy by plane/train/automobile. I plan on doing lots of skiing, biking, and making out in public.

I need to get my XC ski boots broken in, so I've been rockin 'em all day today. Here are my boots dancing with the Boss Bagless Widetrack.


Last week I visited Cali to see visit my brother (and new nephew!) and catch up with the old guard of the UVA 2004 cycling team. I'm happy to report that Sheff and D-Gal seem happy and healthy. Thankfully we didn't end up snapping any pics from our late night in Palo Alto. Instead, please satisfy yourself with this half-burned tree.

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The forecast called for cloudy & 55-60, the ride schedule called for 5-5.5 hrs with the D-Gal. Basically, a nice long ride in the beautiful bay area.

Enter 46 degree cold rain.
Enter annoying stomachache at hour 1.
Enter 5 mile climb.
Enter D-Gal dropping me.
Enter incredible neck pain.
Enter mud.
Enter a wrong turn.
Enter the prospect of 7 hours.
Enter doughnut.
Enter terrible stomachache.
Enter 8 mile climb.
Enter freezing cold rain.
Enter deep fatigue.
Enter mental anguish.
Enter personal questioning.
Enter life pondering.
Enter steep final descent.
Enter numb extremeties & male organs.
Enter surrender.
Enter home 7 hours later.
Enter hot shower.
Enter pizza.
Enter sandman.

That's all.

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Thanks to all this max volume riding here in Cali, my appetite is back in full swing. D-Gal and I made pounds and pounds or wholesome crap to eat tonight. yadda yadda yadda... eating. Gotta do it. It was great, we even had ice cream. Twice.

Along with riding and eating large volumes comes the INEVITABLE informal calorie computations. It starts off like this:

Ian: "How many cals do you think we burned today?"
D-Gal: "I think my watt meter showed about 4774 kJ."
Ian: "Does that equate to 4774 calories?"
D-Gal: "Uh, yea, I think so, let me Google it... Yea, roughly."
Ian: "So like, we get to eat a really big dinner, huh?"
D-Gal: "Yea man, we're gonna eat like 5000 cals!"
Ian: "Lets find out how many calories this din actually is!"
D-Gal: "Hey man how many cals in a brocolli crown?"
Ian: "I dunno lets Google it... it's only like 60 cals!"
D-Gal: "Cam you imagine eating 83 broc-crowns? hahaha!"
Ian: "hahaha"
Ian: "Let's compute how many calories we've burned just living, add the calories we burned riding, and then subtract the amount of calories we've consumed today to find out our net cals for the day!"

TI-85:

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I am in Palo Alto, California for two weeks. I am training and having fun. I am staying with D-Gal and Sheff, two good friends. I will followup with more on this exciting trip soon. A lot of big stuff is going down, and the queue of blogworthy goings-on is overflowing. Sometimes in the event of a blog-content-blowout, it becomes difficult to begin the flow. I promise it will happen shortly.

Sheff just posted a new blog to the CAT 3 CORNER.

I have been studying a lot lately, because I've noticed that my ability to form sound sentences and reason clearly is diminishing. Here is a picture of what a skinnypro looks like in a library:

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Check out my new car!!! I've been getting lots of attention, which I like.



Last night I went to the UVA Art Museum Art Auction, which was held in our Happy Rickshaw warehouse. The art people totally transformed the space, but you could still see the tire tracks from the hundreds of time we laid wheels driving the rickshaws around the support poles at mach speed. Christoph was there, too, and got down with his girlfriend's mom dancing to the live band that played swing-dance compliant music. I got a video of him dancing, but it really isn't appropriate for 2skinnypros. I also learned the foxtrot and tried it out with a couple of girls, who I'm sure left the party feeling victimized and confused. It was a great time!!!

Also, read about NuBound.

P.S. Click the Lion

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