Rain

Never let it be said that a little rain kept the Lion of Luther from pounding the hills on his morning bike ride. Even though it did, let’s just not let it be said, okay? Poured all night, still raining at ride time (though it’s letting up now), and pathetically I just didn’t want to go out in the rain. We haven’t hit summer heat yet, so it’s still around 60 degrees when I get up, which is very pleasant if just a tad on the chill side for a normal ride. There’s always tomorrow. Yesterday I just attacked those hills.

The Tour continues to be stunning. Armstrong looks to be in better form than last year. I still think Mancebo is a dark horse for this thing, and everybody said not to worry about Voeckler, who’s currently in the yellow with 9 and a half minutes over Lance, but the man stayed with the pack yesterday and made a beautiful finish at the head of the race, so somebody had better reassess where they need to have him.

Went out after work with a couple of friends last night, something I just about never do, and had the best time I’ve had in a long time. Four guys, so it was a little locker-room, but very funny. Tragically, I am sworn to repeat none of it. Can’t help it, that’s the deal.