The Tour de France began yesterday. But with Tom Boonen ousted for an out-of-competition cocaine bust (why even make the distinction if it doesn't matter?) and the entirety of Astana banned over some dirty riders who have since been kicked off the team (meaning Alberto Contador won't get the chance to reprise his win, nor, for that matter, will ( Read more... )

January through July is like a dead zone for me. Aside from the Vancouver Stargate convention and MegaCon, nothing interesting happened between New Year's Eve and that magical first week of July, when le Tour de France set out ( Read more... )

Wanna go?

My favorite part: Riders get a detailed itinerary with maps and travel at their own pace without a guide, but a local staff member is on call to help with bike problems, move luggage and deliver wine.

I love people with their priorities in order.

Aah, the cyclism is upon us once more. Sadly, Mike's not here to enjoy it with me this time around, but OLN's transition theme still makes my heart leap. I wore my new bright yellow dress shirt (I should cave and apply for a Target card, really) as a nod to Tom "Boom-Boom the Tornado" Boonen (can we get just one more nickname for absurdity's sake, ( Read more... )