Non-cycling friends and relatives have been cautiously asking what I think about Lance Armstrong for a while now. I’d been rooting for him ever since I saw him and Frankie Andreu race in the streets of Lancaster, PA around the time he was making his comeback from cancer. I think we’re talking about fifteen years ago. So 2012 was a pretty disappointing year. And here’s what I think
Now that both parts of the Oprah-Lance interview are over, we need the passage of time to see what Lance Armstrong does with his life.
Only in historical context will we know how to judge what he said.
From what we learned in 2012, Armstrong makes Ebenezer Scrooge look like Nelson Mandela on a good day.
I have three things to say. First of all, I think Armstrong has lost any right to expect others to care about what he wants. For example, I don’t want to see his lifetime ban lifted, even if the super-duper competitor in him yearns to run the NYC Marathon on his 50th birthday. He doesn’t deserve to be let back on the playround.
I started my personal blog about everything, called MacroBlog, in May 2009, not long after my job succumbed to the slow asphyxiation of the the Great Recession.
In the following three and a half years I (a) wrote some pretty good stuff, (b) spun off two other blogs, 3tweets.com and directinjectionmarketing.com/blog, and (c) produced my three worst blog posts ever. How bad?
They’re so bad that after conducting a thorough review, I had to take them down. How is this possible for a fabulously talented writer, you surely are asking yourself? Or for someone like me, even? Read on:
Ephrata, Pa. – It was a cold, gray Saturday morning in early February, and we were about 25 miles into a very hilly 45-mile ride from Ephrata up to Texter Mountain.
I’d begun lagging behind my buddies because of some annoying shifting problems. It seemed like the usual nonsense you get when the chain or sprockets are worn, or the derailleur is badly out of adjustment– skipping just when you’re applying the heaviest force to the pedals. At one point as I was standing and cranking hard, it skipped so violently I almost crashed. “Nice save,” said a guy behind me.
A similar incident years ago at the Tour de France sent Tyler Hamilton over the handlebars, a nasty crash in which he cracked his collarbone due to failure of the freewheel. I was not keen on replicating that, so I slowed down further.
Siegrist's Mill Covered Bridge on Sunday, 9/11/11
On Sunday morning, after the water had gone back down from Tropical Storm Lee flooding, I rode around on my bike taking pics with my phone cam. First, I wanted to see what was left of the Siegrist’s Mill covered bridge, built in 1885 and swept off its foundations several days ago.
Second, I wanted to ride down Pinkerton Road along the creek and see the damage to the stone bridge. I’ve now posted three photos from that scene.
Good things come in multiples of three.
In the wrong hands, this hot-rod handheld Sears trimmer could be, uh, harmful. Especially with the lawyer-approved safety switch removed. Hey, I was looking at it and it broke, OK?
What could be called a shocking transformation started innocently enough: the battery died.
You see a lot of great images while helicopters are flying around during the Tour de France… it’s enough to make a person want to visit the country. Much varied terrain and rural beauty. It seems there’s a castle (“chateau”) in just about every town.
Here’s a photo I took from the TV with our Panasonic Lumix. The real purpose of this post is to test the Auto Thickbox plugin, but you’ll enjoy the view. Click on the pic to test. Leave a comment if you want me to post more such pics. I got lots.
The Prius and the Charger immediately hook up, of course…
Sorry. Here’s the real story, which involves how I got to ride in all three of the above yesterday.
It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, sunny and cool, nobody to visit, nothing planned. I wanted to take a drive. My wife tends to take a dim view of Sunday drives, feeling that they belong to past generations when gas was cheap. But she loves me, so she assisted by generating a pretext– going to Bed, Bath & Beyond to spend a $10 rebate coupon. And buying bananas. Good enough!
We piled into our old friend, a rusty 1988 Dodge Raider, and set off for parts known. Or so we thought.