What a weekend

First off SoCal’s Floyd Landis whupped all manner of stinky French buttocks at the Tour de France. This makes 11 of the last 23 years that we arrogant Americans have stolen their beloved event. Meanwhile the French haven’t even had a guy on the podium since Laurent Fignon in 1989. No wonder they hate us. We should have let Germany have the place in WWII. Yessiree, American cycling in the post-Armstrong era is in good stead with Floyd, Levi Leipheimer, Dave Z, Tom Danielson, and big George Hincapie. We just need a few guys in that 20-25 age group like Tyler Farrar to start showing themselves and we’ll be set for the next decade.

It’s like Africa hot here and has been all weekend. Weather.com says it’s 85° and feels like 93°. Now understand something. I’m from Atlanta where it’s 85° or more everyday from April thru October. An 85° day isn’t even hot enough for an Atlantan to talk about…unless you don’t have A/C. Here in Los Angeles few homes near the water have A/C, much less apartments. Basically the heat comes in the apt and there’s no way to get it back out so it’s even hotter inside than it is outside. Fans, which we have in copious quantity only do their job when you’re directly in the line of fire. Everytime I got up to do anything I immediately burst into a sweat. I refuse to pay $600 for a portable air conditioner than I would only use 3-4 weeks a year. So I shall continue to suffer. Pretty sad to think I couldn’t wait to get back to work today just so I could be in an air conditioned room.
On a positive note we finally got a brief thunderstorm. Thunderstorms are the SoCal equivalent of snow; they only happen 2-3 times a year. It’s the closest thing to a change of season that we have. There is an old joke that the four seasons of California are Fire, Earthquake, Mudslide and Riot. In actuality they are Day, Night and Thunderstorm.