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Luka's at the boozer. It's 1:30 and I'm still awake. Ugh.
I'm watching Secretary. Ever watched it? It's strangely erotic. I like it.
No Hellyer this weekend. The track is closed for construction all weekend, possibly next. God, I picked a really good time to get into track racing. Weaksauce. Oh well, this will give me time to get narrower track bars, tape or grip those bitches, and possibly buy a new 14 or 15t rear Dura Ace cog, just for racing.
I've been told for months now that I need to get to the velodrome. It's my legs. People see the size of my calves and freak out. "You could KILL IT in track racing! Look at your legs!" AJ told me on the night before he left that nothing would disappoint him more than if he were to return and find that I didn't go to the track to at least try it. He said my natural talent and immense potential cannot go to waste, and I agree. The woman who tattoo'd me is 37 and is a nat'l track-racing champ in her age group. She only just started racing 6 years ago. Imagine how far I could go at my age. Boy, oh boy!
So, tomorrow is Friday, all rejoice. I was planning on keeping it mellow because we would have had to leave SF at around 7am in order to make it to the track before 8:30 on Sat., but seeing as the track is CLOSED, tomorrow is on like Donkey Kong. Rage on, little sister, rage on.
Sweet Pete returned from his hiatus in England yesterday. He stopped by the office and said hullo. It was good to see him; we all missed him a lot. He agreed to help me build a new wheelset this weekend or next, and he said he'd also go with me to Freewheel to help me pick out spokes.
I'm watching Secretary. Ever watched it? It's strangely erotic. I like it.
No Hellyer this weekend. The track is closed for construction all weekend, possibly next. God, I picked a really good time to get into track racing. Weaksauce. Oh well, this will give me time to get narrower track bars, tape or grip those bitches, and possibly buy a new 14 or 15t rear Dura Ace cog, just for racing.
I've been told for months now that I need to get to the velodrome. It's my legs. People see the size of my calves and freak out. "You could KILL IT in track racing! Look at your legs!" AJ told me on the night before he left that nothing would disappoint him more than if he were to return and find that I didn't go to the track to at least try it. He said my natural talent and immense potential cannot go to waste, and I agree. The woman who tattoo'd me is 37 and is a nat'l track-racing champ in her age group. She only just started racing 6 years ago. Imagine how far I could go at my age. Boy, oh boy!
So, tomorrow is Friday, all rejoice. I was planning on keeping it mellow because we would have had to leave SF at around 7am in order to make it to the track before 8:30 on Sat., but seeing as the track is CLOSED, tomorrow is on like Donkey Kong. Rage on, little sister, rage on.
Sweet Pete returned from his hiatus in England yesterday. He stopped by the office and said hullo. It was good to see him; we all missed him a lot. He agreed to help me build a new wheelset this weekend or next, and he said he'd also go with me to Freewheel to help me pick out spokes.