<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977</id><updated>2012-01-20T10:53:21.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>INANE RAMBLINGS OF A CLUTTERED MIND</title><subtitle type='html'>Number 1 on the plate, number 1 in your hearts. Is this not fun?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>277</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-5032201526777321516</id><published>2009-10-13T21:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T22:09:40.575-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor, doctor...</title><summary type='text'>Gimme the news, I got a bad case of the IT Band, deep knee bruise, scaphoid fracture/wrist sprain blues. OK, only the first one is officially diagnosed. Tomorrow is doctor day. Appointments just so I can get more appointments, PT to tell me I walk and run really funny, and hopefully an answer to my wrist issue. Since July 19th I can not bend my wrist back without pain. I can pull at my wrist and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/5032201526777321516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=5032201526777321516' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/5032201526777321516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/5032201526777321516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2009/10/doctor-doctor.html' title='Doctor, doctor...'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-5536010738006210235</id><published>2009-09-27T08:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T09:08:21.888-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Polishing a turd</title><summary type='text'>That is pretty much what racing felt like yesterday. No matter shiny you got it, it was still a turd in the end. Whirlybird cross was a great event. The course was super, barring one small thing that will surely be fixed for '10. Guy's Bicycles team have shown what hard work and being open to rider feedback can do for an event. The event has grown threefold since 2007. Kudos to all involved.To </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/5536010738006210235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=5536010738006210235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/5536010738006210235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/5536010738006210235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2009/09/polishing-turd.html' title='Polishing a turd'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-2267051623461375454</id><published>2009-09-22T23:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T23:15:06.599-04:00</updated><title type='text'>#1 in the country baby</title><summary type='text'>Not on a bike, but with work amazingly enough. Albeit only for the first month in Q4, our #1 spot has moved us up to #2 in the country for the year. Interestingly enough, my counterparts in Harrisburg are #1. The ironic thing is, all four of us were talking today about how we may not have a job in two months.With a decent August for us, and a less than stellar August for the Harrisburg team, we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/2267051623461375454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=2267051623461375454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/2267051623461375454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/2267051623461375454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2009/09/1-in-country-baby.html' title='#1 in the country baby'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-4793740420755342298</id><published>2009-09-21T21:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T21:56:10.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To be shamed, or not to be shamed...</title><summary type='text'>...into starting this thing back up.It is not like it is a literary masterpiece. It is not like my life is so intriguing. Maybe that is the point. Ok I will give it a run.Cross is here. It is a beautiful thing in the Mid-Atlantic region. You can race every weekend from mid September through mid December and never drive more than two hours to a race. Cross is friggin' booming. Over 400 at T-town </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/4793740420755342298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=4793740420755342298' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/4793740420755342298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/4793740420755342298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-be-shamed-or-not-to-be-shamed.html' title='To be shamed, or not to be shamed...'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-4347295375193078527</id><published>2009-02-20T18:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T18:43:00.232-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It is that time again...</title><summary type='text'>...where all my bike racing and blogging buddies are out slaying it on the bike in hopes that this year is better than last. It really does not matter if the previous year was great or not. The only thing that really matters to most is how can I be a little better than last year. Not that there is anything wrong with that, personally I fall in the same boat. The shit end of this is, The Law of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/4347295375193078527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=4347295375193078527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/4347295375193078527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/4347295375193078527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-is-that-time-again.html' title='It is that time again...'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-1085255939564120513</id><published>2009-01-31T11:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T11:50:31.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feels like...</title><summary type='text'>7Last year this time I would be on the bike no worries. This year, yeah, a bit different. I have all of a sudden become averse to the three hour solo 24 degree 15mph wind training ride. Maybe I am smarter? Maybe I am more of a sissy? I guess I will do a little knobby tire MTB ride over to the local poaching locale and twirl for 90 minutes and slog home. As I write this, upstairs, I just heard K </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/1085255939564120513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=1085255939564120513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/1085255939564120513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/1085255939564120513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2009/01/feels-like.html' title='Feels like...'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-1457490518456771816</id><published>2009-01-26T06:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T15:34:50.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Humble pie</title><summary type='text'>Yep, had my fair share on Saturday. We went climbing at Earth Treks in Timonium on Saturday. One of K's friends has been after her to go climbing for a while, and Saturday finally worked out. We set off to experience something different and try a new challenge.Well, challenge it was. Holy handholds, Batman. As I type this my forearms are still tight and my grip strength, what little there is, is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/1457490518456771816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=1457490518456771816' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/1457490518456771816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/1457490518456771816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2009/01/humble-pie.html' title='Humble pie'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-1443183547021583335</id><published>2009-01-22T04:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T05:08:58.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold Turkey</title><summary type='text'>I put the road bike away somewhere around the beginning of September. I have not been on a "road" bike since then. Granted it is somewhat semantics, as I rode my cross rigs on the road during CX season. In fact I do not even have a road steed built up at the present time. My last roadie started to crack at the chainstay so I am patiently awaiting the warranty replacement and my fixie is apart </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/1443183547021583335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=1443183547021583335' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/1443183547021583335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/1443183547021583335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2009/01/cold-turkey.html' title='Cold Turkey'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-2890597052872311312</id><published>2009-01-10T07:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T07:31:54.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New year, new leaf</title><summary type='text'>Obviously my last post alluding to more literary prowess went by the wayside. With so many things to pontificate upon maybe I was just overwhelmed?After a much needed two week hiatus from work, I have hit the new year fresh, relaxed and in better spirits than I have seen for years. Which segues into part of the new leaf for '09.I am going back to my roots, so to speak. I entered the bike game as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/2890597052872311312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=2890597052872311312' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/2890597052872311312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/2890597052872311312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-new-leaf.html' title='New year, new leaf'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-3089816572257848697</id><published>2008-12-10T09:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:38:19.164-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It is not like you missed me</title><summary type='text'>When, you have Hoovis, The Angry Laotian, and The Blogger Laureate of Lancaster County you really have some good reading options. Far better than this drivel.Lots has happened, lots going on.Maybe I will try to update a bit more often.I will try to pick a daily topic to skewer with my oh so relevant wisdom.Until we meet again.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/3089816572257848697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=3089816572257848697' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/3089816572257848697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/3089816572257848697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-is-not-like-you-missed-me.html' title='It is not like you missed me'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-5826966479060528128</id><published>2008-11-15T11:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T14:05:50.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Clearwater 70.3 Ironman, or the moral flexibility of the elite athlete</title><summary type='text'>Kara &amp; I just returned from an epic vacation. Lots of driving, lots of fun with family, friends new and old, and a new perspective on competition for me.Our vacation was to go to Clearwater, FL so Kara could compete in the Half Ironman World Championships. After tons of training and prep she was so fit and ready that it just came down to the race. Kara knew going into the event that it is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/5826966479060528128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=5826966479060528128' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/5826966479060528128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/5826966479060528128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/11/clearwater-703-ironman-or-moral.html' title='Clearwater 70.3 Ironman, or the moral flexibility of the elite athlete'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-8682125643438687667</id><published>2008-10-23T17:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T17:32:02.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Clipper Inn Bed &amp; Breakfast Freeport Maine</title><summary type='text'>This post goes out to the honor of Captain Ron. This is my personal thank you for making my Mother's birthday such an experience to remember.It is my sincere hope that this blog entry will forever change the way you do business.My Mother is in Maine visiting friends at the present time. For her birthday she wanted a night stay at a B&amp;B in Freeport, ME. She sent a link of B&amp;B's, so I looked at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/8682125643438687667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=8682125643438687667' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/8682125643438687667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/8682125643438687667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/10/clipper-inn-bed-breakfast-freeport.html' title='The Clipper Inn Bed &amp; Breakfast Freeport Maine'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-4747557978752657672</id><published>2008-10-18T09:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T09:39:38.508-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gay like happy, or gay like well you know?</title><summary type='text'>Yeah he hit it on the head. The blog has turned a bit introspective, shall we say. The ole piss and vinegar is just not there right now. No worries you still have these offerings to tide you over, each are first class readings.Again I miss the Beer &amp; Booze at Black Lane due to the Granogue/Wiss weekend. Someday, I promise. Today &amp; tomorrow I step it up to roll the Elite class. That ought to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/4747557978752657672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=4747557978752657672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/4747557978752657672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/4747557978752657672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/10/gay-like-happy-or-gay-like-well-you.html' title='Gay like happy, or gay like well you know?'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-5963710524861018601</id><published>2008-10-13T16:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T17:27:57.772-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good times</title><summary type='text'>Since damn near all these blatherings are about bike races why change. It was a loooong bike race weekend after all. Iron Cross weekend has come and gone and I have noticed a few things about myself.I still like to be involved with helping a race come to fruition.I still dislike being one of the last people around tearing down a course.Friends will always get my help.I am riding pretty fast, if I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/5963710524861018601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=5963710524861018601' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/5963710524861018601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/5963710524861018601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/10/good-times.html' title='Good times'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-2301484467500192525</id><published>2008-10-06T08:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T08:31:16.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacker</title><summary type='text'>Yep, pretty much so. Lots going on of late.Hmmmm let us see.Wall St collapses on people playing motgages like it is a roulette table.Palin does not totally flub it. I hope people saw right through the smarminess. If you looked real close you could faintly see the pupeteer strings moving and the spindoctor inserting the words directly into her mouth.Baseball playoffs, Huh? Who knew?Armstrong </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/2301484467500192525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=2301484467500192525' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/2301484467500192525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/2301484467500192525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/10/slacker.html' title='Slacker'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-5959912991494794398</id><published>2008-09-17T11:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T11:52:25.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thems are some bad genes/jeans or...</title><summary type='text'>You can not pick your family, but you can pick your jeans.It seems that I have issues with each. First the jeans.As I was informed in such a cute and witty fashion last evening, the ultra light colored and faded jeans are a bit on the dated side. I agree that they are old, yet they are quite comfy, especially regimental style. I then voiced the words that shall forever linger in fashion infamy, "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/5959912991494794398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=5959912991494794398' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/5959912991494794398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/5959912991494794398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/09/thems-are-some-bad-genesjeans-or.html' title='Thems are some bad genes/jeans or...'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-3049929170788313588</id><published>2008-09-11T08:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T08:59:44.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Conscious choice man...</title><summary type='text'>That is why you are sitting at the Gas and Sip drinking beer? Reference anyone?No, that is why I am seriously thinking of not racing ANY MAC events this year. No more than three, that is certain.After five straight years of 50 race, March-December seasons, I have reached the end of my rope. I am tired, mentally. Physically I am flying, I think 7 Springs was a pretty solid and objective testament </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/3049929170788313588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=3049929170788313588' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/3049929170788313588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/3049929170788313588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/09/conscious-choice-man.html' title='Conscious choice man...'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-792718671711569713</id><published>2008-09-02T09:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T09:30:34.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And a 40 for my Homies</title><summary type='text'>Cuz that's how I roll.Super big bike game this past weekend. This game was bittersweet for me as I really wanted to be game watching/supporting on Sunday for the State TT. More on that a little later. Super ride Sunday, wish I was there.OK, back to front.Shout outs for some great friends and peeps that made the weekend special.KuhnDizzle &amp; Cadence: He has taken a 40 year old crit rider and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/792718671711569713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=792718671711569713' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/792718671711569713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/792718671711569713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-40-for-my-homies.html' title='And a 40 for my Homies'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-1667541180442936274</id><published>2008-08-25T07:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T08:05:33.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rah Rah Sis Boom Bah</title><summary type='text'>Yes, kids it is possible to go to an event and NOT race in it. I spent my morning that way yesterday, and it was super fun. There was a local Tri 10 miles from my house so I went to do some spectating and cheering. With a nice morning warm-up ride and a some race wheel prep taken care of, I switched into spectator mode.I had long since forgotten what it is like to open water race, so watching the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/1667541180442936274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=1667541180442936274' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/1667541180442936274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/1667541180442936274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/08/rah-rah-sis-boom-bah.html' title='Rah Rah Sis Boom Bah'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-2951867570481306488</id><published>2008-08-19T06:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T07:04:57.524-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And now for a little perspective</title><summary type='text'>Most people know I love a good debate. I enjoy being the Devil's advocate. Take the contrary unpopular view and make people see that said view is not "evil". If you want the best example of this, in a theatrical sense, rent "Thank you for smoking." It is great. The premise is that as the Devil's advocate I do not need to show you that my view is correct, I just need to point out that your view is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/2951867570481306488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=2951867570481306488' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/2951867570481306488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/2951867570481306488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-now-for-little-perspective.html' title='And now for a little perspective'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-1913397721249023225</id><published>2008-08-17T13:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T13:51:37.332-04:00</updated><title type='text'>P S A of the day</title><summary type='text'>EZ PASS, just get it.Seriously thought my blood was boiling at the 95 toll stop due to not being able to get in the EZ pass lane.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/1913397721249023225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=1913397721249023225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/1913397721249023225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/1913397721249023225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/08/p-s-of-day.html' title='P S A of the day'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-842294050336102340</id><published>2008-08-17T13:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T13:49:51.335-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good day at the "office"</title><summary type='text'>Good ride at Iron Hill to end the Enduro seasonHangin' out and chatting with friends and strangersNice outdoor candlelight dinner while watching Black Crowes Freak and Roll San Fran concert on the houseNice fire burnin' in the pit for Rise of TajDark Choco S'mores, yum dillyChubby Bunny marshmallow contest, damn, I lostHalf dozen neighborhhod teens stopping by outside the fence, in awe of the "TV</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/842294050336102340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=842294050336102340' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/842294050336102340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/842294050336102340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/08/good-day-at-office.html' title='Good day at the &quot;office&quot;'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-4421449307300832126</id><published>2008-08-15T07:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T07:54:46.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The end is nigh</title><summary type='text'>or is it.Iron Hill tomorrow for the last Enduro of the MASS season. After a good season I may come up a hair short on one of my major season goals. That is fine by me. I tried to win the Enduro series, yet knew that I was competing against a stronger endurance rider in my teammateLicktenballsner. He has beaten me even up at every event. Hopefully tomorrow we can do another VisitPA.com 1-2. Maybe </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/4421449307300832126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=4421449307300832126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/4421449307300832126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/4421449307300832126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/08/end-is-nigh.html' title='The end is nigh'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-6830288095411893042</id><published>2008-08-09T22:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T23:04:17.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That was a fun ride...</title><summary type='text'>w/ Robbie L.I just erased a long pretty well thought out post, about the race, course and logistics. Better left unsaid. Rob &amp; I were away at the 2 mile mark and kept on rolling. The superhuman specimen that he is, absolutely drove the fire roads while I drafted. Enough to earn the V in my book. Robbie rolled the line and I came through at 1/2 wheel for a VisitPA.com 1-2 at God's Country.Another </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/6830288095411893042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=6830288095411893042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/6830288095411893042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/6830288095411893042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/08/that-was-fun-ride.html' title='That was a fun ride...'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-5775307100511491009</id><published>2008-08-08T20:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T20:19:33.839-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is how we roll in God's Country</title><summary type='text'>Yessiree BoB. God's Country. Coudersport, PA. Killing time before the killing time. GC Enduro is tomorrow so here I set at The Millstream Inn. I must say I am quite pleasantly surprised. I have a microwave, frig and recliner in my room. Tres nice. I was able to reheat my Masala Bistro Shrimp Biryhani tonight for a good meal. Yum dilly.Shrimp Biryhani you ask? Yes, there is a story to that as well</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/5775307100511491009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=5775307100511491009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/5775307100511491009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/5775307100511491009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-is-how-we-roll-in-gods-country.html' title='This is how we roll in God&apos;s Country'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-4073546372546157871</id><published>2008-08-04T12:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T13:01:42.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, baby, yeah</title><summary type='text'>All seems pretty good in TOL land these days. Feeling pretty happy with the way some things are coming about. The tiredness is leaving, making way for even more fitness. Legs have been good the past three days. Even today, on little sleep, the efforts came easy.I enjoyed one of the nicest days I have experienced, maybe ever, yesterday. Pleasant, peaceful, beautiful, everything was easy and felt </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/4073546372546157871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=4073546372546157871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/4073546372546157871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/4073546372546157871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/08/yeah-baby-yeah.html' title='Yeah, baby, yeah'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-7813234958583289654</id><published>2008-08-01T05:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T05:47:25.814-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Tired</title><summary type='text'>Yep, tired, lethargic and generally little desire to ride hard. That was yesterday. Pulled the plug when it just was not fun. Meh a little spin around the block will loosen the legs and head this morning.The next few days are pretty full with riding, helping friends move, a party, and possibly a little road trip. I am sure I will be thoroughly knackered come Monday.Went to the Junction last night</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/7813234958583289654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=7813234958583289654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/7813234958583289654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/7813234958583289654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/08/holy-tired.html' title='Holy Tired'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-4874010931325618163</id><published>2008-07-29T20:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T20:44:00.452-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PUT YER FOOT DOWN</title><summary type='text'>That is what I heard over top of Springsteen's Johnny 99 on the Ipod tonight, as I am track standing at a red light. I turn left and notice the old guy sitting on the front porch of his trailer, yes I wrote "front porch of his trailer", he waves his hand and goes again. "Put it down." I reply, "nah that is cheating." He shouts back, " that's right, it is cheatin'." The light turns, I wave and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/4874010931325618163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=4874010931325618163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/4874010931325618163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/4874010931325618163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/07/put-yer-foot-down.html' title='PUT YER FOOT DOWN'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-3110897375277464773</id><published>2008-07-28T22:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T22:55:15.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And now for something completely different</title><summary type='text'>I opened up a book and started to read it last night. After a conversation last evening where I stated I just do not have the patience/attention span to read a novel, I figured I owed it to myself to try. A quick fifty pages before bed last night and another one hundred and forty tonight. I think I will finish Cormac McCarthy's, The Road tomorrow. Maybe I can do this.Some close friends were </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/3110897375277464773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=3110897375277464773' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/3110897375277464773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/3110897375277464773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-now-for-something-completely.html' title='And now for something completely different'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-3724314725081858705</id><published>2008-07-27T21:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T22:49:11.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I know you are just dying to find out</title><summary type='text'>The non-race weekend is officially over, well until next weekend when I may do it all again. Blasphemy, I know. Being that I am not so good at sitting still I needed to find something to do. I decided to take up smoking and see if I could get through a full carton in one weekend. Nah, that will have to wait for another off-week.Friday: vacation day. Went for an awesome ride friday. Four hours of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/3724314725081858705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=3724314725081858705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/3724314725081858705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/3724314725081858705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/07/because-i-know-you-are-just-dying-to.html' title='Because I know you are just dying to find out'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-7555072568428579999</id><published>2008-07-25T06:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T07:09:50.158-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What on earth am I to do</title><summary type='text'>I am not racing this weekend and now have to fill my time. What will it be like to be "normal"? Maybe I will bust out the Benyou drive-in tonight or tomorrow night. Watch Jaws or Caddyshack outside by the fire? The Luv Gods are playing at Ceolta's Saturday night, maybe that is an option? Big Lebowski evening may materialize? I need to mow the grass. No, I am not soft like some guys.Start the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/7555072568428579999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=7555072568428579999' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/7555072568428579999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/7555072568428579999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-on-earth-am-i-to-do.html' title='What on earth am I to do'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-5156627728239442260</id><published>2008-07-21T07:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T17:48:11.472-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is that Mastercard on the phone?</title><summary type='text'>Super D entry fee $45, WTFKenda Nevegal 2.35 front tire $30Kenda Karma 2.2 rear tire (which rubbed the stays the whole time) $30Heavy duty tube $4Putting on the Starts &amp; Stripes jersey. PRICELESS!!!!!!!!!!!!As much as I downplayed it afterwards, I was really excited. I have this uncanny talent for downplaying any accomplishment.I could do a super long post about the whole course and how it went, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/5156627728239442260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=5156627728239442260' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/5156627728239442260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/5156627728239442260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/07/is-that-mastercard-on-phone.html' title='Is that Mastercard on the phone?'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fseG6ULYKcg/SIenBxAM2hI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/49FbAisVttU/s72-c/PODIUM.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-6619157364806375108</id><published>2008-07-21T00:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T00:29:22.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He's baaaack</title><summary type='text'>Just got back from Mt Snow w/ Tunny and I am whupped.Suffice it to say the atmosphere at the VisitPA.com camp was high all weekend and my great teammates and friends kicked ass. FOUR Natty Champs jerseys &amp; SEVEN podiums.More to come later.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/6619157364806375108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=6619157364806375108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/6619157364806375108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/6619157364806375108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/07/hes-baaaack.html' title='He&apos;s baaaack'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-292294854879172915</id><published>2008-07-10T08:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T08:28:23.369-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Torn &amp; Frayed</title><summary type='text'>Old school Stones tune, cool cover by the Crowes.That is how I am feeling these days.Knee aches bad from crash at Stage race and is very sore to the touch.Bruised quads, hip and shoulder, yay.Left elbow is sooooo sore to the touch I get a nauseuos sensation when it is bumped.Pressure on left palm leads to weird "sleepy" sensation passing down to pinky &amp; ring finger.Neuropathy is back in right </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/292294854879172915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=292294854879172915' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/292294854879172915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/292294854879172915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/07/torn-frayed.html' title='Torn &amp; Frayed'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-6811221940762816377</id><published>2008-07-07T21:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T21:15:08.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A heartfelt thanks</title><summary type='text'>To, in no particular order.The OesterlingsThe KuhnsMike KuhnMy teammatesMASS friendsAll those who came out to spend their holiday at the stage raceAnyone who gave words of encouragement throughout the weekendIt is weekends like this past one that bring a smile to my face. I hope that all who were at the event enjoyed it as much as I did.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/6811221940762816377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=6811221940762816377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/6811221940762816377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/6811221940762816377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/07/heartfelt-thanks.html' title='A heartfelt thanks'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-6266920698870202438</id><published>2008-07-03T21:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T22:04:21.797-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You just need to find someone...</title><summary type='text'>... that no matter what, will always think that the sun shines out of your ass.Funny line from the movie Juno. I just got done watching this little flick, it was like the tale of two stories. The first part was really funny and witty with great one-liners from Juno. Awesome sarcasm, right up my alley. The second part was an assessment of relationships. All in all, not a bad flick. Cool quirky </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/6266920698870202438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=6266920698870202438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/6266920698870202438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/6266920698870202438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-just-need-to-find-someone.html' title='You just need to find someone...'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-260935735386489700</id><published>2008-07-01T23:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T23:28:09.119-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul Singing</title><summary type='text'>Fifty minutes. That is all it took. Soul singing most definitely. Had the great pleasure of riding the VisitPA.com Stage race Night TT tonight, with lights. Oh my, what fun. At one point through the Tunnel of Love I mentioned to the Head Dog that I never need to race another road race. The fun, the feeling, the oneness with the bike and the trail, wow that was fun. Feed me milk and honey, lay me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/260935735386489700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=260935735386489700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/260935735386489700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/260935735386489700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/07/soul-singing.html' title='Soul Singing'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-4957562372943884833</id><published>2008-06-28T22:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T22:14:58.999-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mike Bennet once said... Redux</title><summary type='text'>..., not long after he threw Roger Hickoff out of 12th grade English. Yes, physically lifted him and threw him out of the room and touching down into the lockers across the hall, ahh the good ole days of education. Sorry, I digress. Mick said after the incident "You just need to know when to BOG." "Hickoff did not know when to BOG, so I threw him out." Something to that affect as it was 1985 and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/4957562372943884833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=4957562372943884833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/4957562372943884833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/4957562372943884833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/06/mike-bennet-once-said-redux.html' title='Mike Bennet once said... Redux'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-166054267242486308</id><published>2008-06-25T22:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T22:46:52.657-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tour of PA</title><summary type='text'>For those who are unintiated, this is the real deal. Four hundred plus miles and some top notch young talent. Not young talent like a 25 year old minx wearing Daisy Duke's, but talented U25 cyclists. I was able to check out the finish today, over lunch. It was awesome. Carlisle totally did it right. Volunteers, vendors, the finish, all was top-notch. I got to see my Mom who was a sponsor/vendor </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/166054267242486308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=166054267242486308' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/166054267242486308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/166054267242486308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/06/tour-of-pa.html' title='Tour of PA'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-661045913788216083</id><published>2008-06-24T07:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T07:59:25.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Hammy</title><summary type='text'>Young lad was the center of such abuse at the shop yesterday. Some young hottie was into the little bugger for reasons unknown to all. That only fueled the abuse potential from the shop crew. Definitely not a place for the thin skinned people to hang.The best thing to come out of the abuse was a possible boxing match. Hammy vs. The Legend. We can bill it as "The Harm at the Farm". If anyone can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/661045913788216083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=661045913788216083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/661045913788216083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/661045913788216083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/06/poor-hammy.html' title='Poor Hammy'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-6373729309881710302</id><published>2008-06-16T22:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T22:47:24.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A healthy dose of...</title><summary type='text'>perspectivepatiencefrustrationpridegoodwillfriendshiplaughterheartacheapathyanticipationdisdainloathinghappinesstirednessThat was a pretty full weekend. Positives eek out a win, 8-6, over the negatives.Seeing REM Wed night with Thotise. As an FYI, he will no longer be linked until he uses spellcheck. Misspelling your title?!?!? Hay friggin' Zues!Been a looong time since seeing those guys. Mostly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/6373729309881710302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=6373729309881710302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/6373729309881710302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/6373729309881710302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/06/healthy-dose-of.html' title='A healthy dose of...'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-8811011268237053406</id><published>2008-06-13T08:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T09:06:48.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So sorry to keep you waiting</title><summary type='text'>Stuff, lots of it, and more to come.NOLA work meetingdrink, drank, drunk (not me)Young 'uns w/ risque clothesgood discussion w/ a local about Katrina and skeevy tourismDebauchery on Bourbon StTrying waaaay too hard for love (again, not me)Legs like poopyLegs like supermodelsButterworth ACTING like an EFFTARD. Notice I said acting. No slander involved if the act is "critiqued" vs. the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/8811011268237053406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=8811011268237053406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/8811011268237053406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/8811011268237053406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-sorry-to-keep-you-waiting.html' title='So sorry to keep you waiting'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-8036420954204018611</id><published>2008-06-05T19:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T20:03:06.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In the ongoing spirit...</title><summary type='text'>...of preparing less and less for each successive National meeting that I attend, I tried to set a new low bar today. I tried, but i did prepare, and I probably prepped a bit more than last time. Damn. Mostyly due to online testing and content I had to listen to for four hours. Just when I thought I had the bar lowered.Did manage a wicked cool little workout on the bike today. A little STXC/cross</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/8036420954204018611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=8036420954204018611' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/8036420954204018611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/8036420954204018611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-ongoing-spirit.html' title='In the ongoing spirit...'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-2381007956946164225</id><published>2008-06-01T18:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T19:18:46.272-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tongue tied &amp; twisted</title><summary type='text'>The absolute beauty of today was wiped away in one quick feel swoop.I spoke with an old friend today, who I was very close to some time ago. They had just received some not so positive news. We spoke for a while and, between each of us being pretty emotional, I tried to ask about old friends, their family, anything to ignore the reason for the call.I was so taken aback I could barely think </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/2381007956946164225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=2381007956946164225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/2381007956946164225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/2381007956946164225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/06/tongue-tied-twisted.html' title='Tongue tied &amp; twisted'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-3253056695739076476</id><published>2008-05-30T21:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T21:26:36.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I can...</title><summary type='text'>Grow some lambchopsMake the Scalpel into a 69erNot update this literary gemRely on Hoovis for Blog trafficGo to a crit and say eff it and then leave and not raceRide my bikes a lotDrink too much at my own cookoutLower the avg hours worked weekly for Americans ( I did not design the job)Drink 360 oz of water in 2 days, I thought I was dehydrated. I only rode 3.5 hrs those daysGain 6 lbs of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/3253056695739076476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=3253056695739076476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/3253056695739076476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/3253056695739076476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/05/because-i-can.html' title='Because I can...'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-1571219843088403802</id><published>2008-05-25T07:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T07:34:53.342-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pricey little twig, branch, whatever</title><summary type='text'>SRAM X-9 RDSRAM 971 chainAmerican Classic rear skewerRD HangerIn an instant I go from comfy, fun riding with Pflug'er to all the aforementioned parts being destroyed by a pesky little piece of tree that wants to say hello to my rear derailleur. GRRRR!The streak is in tact. A mechanical at every race so far. Some are weird, like yesterdays. Some are part of the game, flats, leaks, wheel trueing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/1571219843088403802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=1571219843088403802' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/1571219843088403802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/1571219843088403802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/05/pricey-little-twig-branch-whatever.html' title='Pricey little twig, branch, whatever'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-9127948913777901951</id><published>2008-05-21T08:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T08:41:34.815-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Now that was a first</title><summary type='text'>Due to my uncanny ability to forget most anything, at most anytime, I was able to see something pretty cool last night.After my obligatory stop at the shop, and the obligatory shop gremlins effing with my MTB equipment yet again (another story another time) I set off for home. Here is where two parts of my effervescent personality come out.1) I forgot my wallet &amp; suit jacket at the shop. I ALWAYS</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/9127948913777901951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=9127948913777901951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/9127948913777901951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/9127948913777901951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/05/now-that-was-first.html' title='Now that was a first'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-5884522283368262430</id><published>2008-05-18T07:12:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T08:58:02.019-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLY DANG!!!!!!!!!!! long, but worth the read &amp; new info</title><summary type='text'>I could not even think of a title that would do justice to yesterday. First off, I will answer the burning question. The answer is no. If the rain would have came at the start and persisted all day, then the answer would have been a resounding yes. What was the question you ponder? It was this.For some, as Chili pointed out in the comments, the race was truly EPIC. For me is was simply the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/5884522283368262430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=5884522283368262430' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/5884522283368262430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/5884522283368262430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/05/holy-dang-long-but-worth-read.html' title='HOLY DANG!!!!!!!!!!! long, but worth the read &amp; new info'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-1270477237813991522</id><published>2008-05-16T12:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T12:51:42.578-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Epic, by definition, or not</title><summary type='text'>Not much going on lately, so no updates.Tommorow is Rocktober Marathon mtb race. This should be pretty nuts. Seventyish miles of mtb fun. With today's rain, and a chance of rain tommorow, that could make the course even harder.That brings me to today's soapbox. The word EPIC.Epic, that is a word that is very much overused in cycling. Like some kind of pissing contest, ooooohhhhh my race was so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/1270477237813991522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=1270477237813991522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/1270477237813991522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/1270477237813991522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/05/epic-by-definition-or-not.html' title='Epic, by definition, or not'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-3196462148672842507</id><published>2008-05-11T21:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T21:30:51.094-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Nice</title><summary type='text'>Pretty much a good sum up to the weekend.Early rise for stop #1 in the MASS Enduro series. French Creek 5 hr marathon was pretty sweet. Mostly because of the rock star trail conditions the endurnace racers had for our first two laps. A few tweeks on the one climb made it awesome fun this year. i do not remember some of the super fast twisties from last year. Niiice. Yeah i miss the road, nahhhh. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/3196462148672842507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=3196462148672842507' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/3196462148672842507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/3196462148672842507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/05/very-nice.html' title='Very Nice'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-2521943848538133039</id><published>2008-05-08T08:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T09:00:12.095-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Which button do you want to press?</title><summary type='text'>I was reading an article about bike fit today, imagine that me reading about bike fit. This was different in that the point of the article placed a very heavy emphasis on neurology and the inherent implications of neurological functioning on fit and outcome of proper fit and function.At the bottom of the article the author makes a very interesting point.Understanding this will leave many of you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/2521943848538133039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=2521943848538133039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/2521943848538133039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/2521943848538133039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/05/which-button-do-you-want-to-press.html' title='Which button do you want to press?'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-631238234320462674</id><published>2008-05-06T21:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T22:01:30.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another Tuesday</title><summary type='text'>Go to some offices.Run into a no class GSK rep. She just lost all courtesy from me.As Mike Ness said so eloquently, "You shake my hand, while you are pissing on my leg."Slow week for psychs with APA going on in DC.Long ride in the sun was nice.Lady telling me to not ride on Ridge Rd, due to a bear being chased on the road, was funny.First house I bought with Amy is for sale. Some fun times at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/631238234320462674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=631238234320462674' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/631238234320462674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/631238234320462674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-another-tuesday.html' title='Just another Tuesday'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-5163597954993235321</id><published>2008-05-04T21:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T21:54:02.817-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Weekend high points</title><summary type='text'>Friends for dinner and spending the eve FridayNew race on SaturdayMTB race peepsThe Vee. Steevo, no salute was given.Being amazed by Rob L.Nice dinner Saturday nightKiller Rhubarb pie w/ The Adams Family, Ry and fastest Guy's girlHaving the balls to go back to Michaux. I always sucked there.Riding in 8th until I had to DNF half way throughGetting a ride with a stranger back from where I broke </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/5163597954993235321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=5163597954993235321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/5163597954993235321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/5163597954993235321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/05/some-weekend-high-points.html' title='Some Weekend high points'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-4918969970291456870</id><published>2008-05-03T17:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T18:07:49.172-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gluttony is one of the Seven deadly sins</title><summary type='text'>So here is my post-race meal, after a pretty hard 2:26 mtb race. I guess "post-race" and "after" are redundant, huh? So what, my bully pulpit.1 large Chocolate chip muffin2 lbs, yes 2 lbs of Tortellini salad (1/2 was eaten 2 hrs later)1 Coke 12 oz1 Coke Zero 12 oz1 Gatorade 12 oz1/2 H2O bottle Gatorade 12 ozFull H2O bottle Endurox 22 ozGrand total of solid and liquid mass in my belly, 112 oz. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/4918969970291456870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=4918969970291456870' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/4918969970291456870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/4918969970291456870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/05/gluttony-is-one-of-seven-deadly-sins.html' title='Gluttony is one of the Seven deadly sins'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-4792314304059941836</id><published>2008-05-01T22:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T22:48:07.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You have my permission...</title><summary type='text'>To kick me in the shinsPunch me in the thighClub me with a large blunt objectIf you see me with an allen key in my hand anywhere near my seat binder bolt, at a race this year.It is official. Height is set on ALL summer bikes right now. Cross bike fun will start later. So, guess where my saddle height on the Scalpel is right now? The exact place it was 25 minutes before the Greenbrier racer start.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/4792314304059941836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=4792314304059941836' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/4792314304059941836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/4792314304059941836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-have-my-permission.html' title='You have my permission...'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-7843585379769176369</id><published>2008-04-29T19:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T19:51:03.558-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Snack-a-dilly-icious</title><summary type='text'>Ride food intake for 4+ hours with 4x12 climbing repeats.Tastycake Oatmeal raisin bars, 2Fig Newtons, 4Clif Blocks, Pina Colada, nASSty. 1 bagTastycake Rice Krispy treat, 1Tastycake Vanilla sugar wafers, 1 post-ride treat1.5 Large H2O bottle with HEED, 4ish scoops totalGatorade Lemon-Lime 20ozRough total is 2,200 calories consumed.Kj expended 3,362.Sweet, literally and proverbially, more eating </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/7843585379769176369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=7843585379769176369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/7843585379769176369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/7843585379769176369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/04/snack-dilly-icious.html' title='Snack-a-dilly-icious'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-1379381487246429613</id><published>2008-04-28T03:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T03:49:56.544-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tweakers</title><summary type='text'>Not in the Meth head sense, even worse the bike gamer sense. As I have stated before I have this weird habit of constantly tweaking saddle height on my mtb's, based on feel, and feel alone. Yesterday was no different. I felt good warming up, yet the saddle "felt" a little low. What is a tweaker to do? Tweak it. In the scheme of things it made zero difference in the outcome, it just made it harder</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/1379381487246429613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=1379381487246429613' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/1379381487246429613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/1379381487246429613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/04/tweakers.html' title='Tweakers'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-7257951190202368750</id><published>2008-04-25T22:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T22:34:58.548-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My angels, my devils. Thorn in my pride</title><summary type='text'>With the opportunity for personal redemption 36 hours away. The Thorn in my pride is starting to twist. Ideas flitter around. Confidence rolls strong yet there is this gnawing devil that is pushing me a different direction.Could you just kill meIt's hard to make up your mind sometimesAre you wanting inspirationYou spill your secrets on meDid you tell me with a whisper of things that will never </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/7257951190202368750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=7257951190202368750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/7257951190202368750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/7257951190202368750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-angels-my-devils-thorn-in-my-pride.html' title='My angels, my devils. Thorn in my pride'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-8535990020916090865</id><published>2008-04-24T19:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T19:59:22.297-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The cart guy</title><summary type='text'>I am a creature of habit. I will admit it. Pretty predictable, unless I am a little manicy, then watch out. Who knows what you may get.As for grocery shopping, I like Weis. I can make my store list by aisles, before I even step foot in the store. Wegman's and the new Giant are nicer and have better selection and more high-end yummies. I just like Weis. At "my" Weis there is an institution for me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/8535990020916090865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=8535990020916090865' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/8535990020916090865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/8535990020916090865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/04/cart-guy.html' title='The cart guy'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-1256130716314229398</id><published>2008-04-22T07:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T08:05:11.175-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Schedule</title><summary type='text'>Appease me, I know you do not care, nor would I expect you to. This is about goals and how writing them makes them real.4/26 Deep Blue STXC4/27 Greenbrier. Personal redemption after last year's physical and mental metldown.5/3 Cat Classic. A change in sched, for the better.5/10 French Creek. Big star, as in personal challenge. As in longest race to date.5/17 Rocktober. See above5/24 Granogue </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/1256130716314229398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=1256130716314229398' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/1256130716314229398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/1256130716314229398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/04/schedule.html' title='The Schedule'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-6700565635859494926</id><published>2008-04-20T21:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T21:56:40.352-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaming for the gamers</title><summary type='text'>A couple of bike games today. TT in the am &amp; STXC mtb in pm.TT went pretty well. Happy with the time and effort. Quads not so happy. Afterwards I could not even stand to pedal. More than a little concern started creeping through my eggshell mind. After a grand total of six Advils and much Sportsbalm medium balm the legs went from not being able to bend and/or pedal to just a little tight. Sixty </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/6700565635859494926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=6700565635859494926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/6700565635859494926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/6700565635859494926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/04/gaming-for-gamers.html' title='Gaming for the gamers'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-7093456817648610005</id><published>2008-04-19T20:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T20:42:28.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What did I learn today???</title><summary type='text'>People enjoy riding stationary bikes when it is 80.People enjoy treadmills in same 80 degree weather.Passion is passion, indoors or out.Diggler is fun to hang with.I enjoy speaking with people about bike and fitness stuff more than I enjoy speaking about depression, bipolar, adhd and schizophrenia. Imagine that.Shop employees are about the best guys around. I already knew that.I am a fanatical </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/7093456817648610005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=7093456817648610005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/7093456817648610005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/7093456817648610005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-did-i-learn-today.html' title='What did I learn today???'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-8831384975319034141</id><published>2008-04-19T05:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T05:39:29.471-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Response, rebuttal</title><summary type='text'>Rick Brown, I will use his name since he had the balls to sign his name, has a great response to Friday's post. It was well thought out and he signed his name. That is what it is about. If you are going to take the time to invest yourself in something, put your "signature" to it. A blog, a response, your job, your passion. Whatever, it is you have done stand up I say I did it.Rick, I would read </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/8831384975319034141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=8831384975319034141' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/8831384975319034141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/8831384975319034141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/04/response-rebuttal.html' title='Response, rebuttal'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-2573012825534406692</id><published>2008-04-18T11:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T12:34:09.828-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Po tay toe, po tah toe, attack, accelerate...</title><summary type='text'>It is all semantics.Seems I touched a nerve. Sorry. No offense was meant nor was I trying to be an ass. I ALWAYS ride with an Ipod. Is it rude on group rides? Yes. If you are a regular reader you know the impact music has on my life. It is almost spiritual. Yes, I know that sounds gay. However, I NEED music when I ride.I also ride with my cell 90% of the time. You never know when you may have an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/2573012825534406692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=2573012825534406692' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/2573012825534406692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/2573012825534406692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/04/po-tay-toe-po-tah-toe-attack-accelerate.html' title='Po tay toe, po tah toe, attack, accelerate...'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-2423690140493180690</id><published>2008-04-17T20:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T21:23:48.262-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy Longlegs and the competitve rhythms</title><summary type='text'>First off. Let me clarify the poll. I will clarify it this way. I vote on all of my own polls. Right now the vote is 5 to 0 in favor of the ability to have a platonic relationship. Take a guess which one I voted for? I know that probably a mindbender for Hoovis. Enough of that.The euro trash personna's of Zayne, Dieter and Van der Zell speak of the competitive rhythms that one experiences while </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/2423690140493180690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=2423690140493180690' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/2423690140493180690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/2423690140493180690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/04/daddy-longlegs-and-competitve-rhythms.html' title='Daddy Longlegs and the competitve rhythms'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-6537905389538472997</id><published>2008-04-16T21:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T21:41:00.005-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn around and walk away</title><summary type='text'>That has been my Modus Operandi in friendships and relationships over the years. I fall out of touch with people and walk away from friendships. It is not like I have some humongous overabundance of friends.This leads to today. After many texts and plans, changed plans, etc... A &amp; I end up riding together. After a nice ride we go to dinner. We talked about some things and come to a common ground </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/6537905389538472997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=6537905389538472997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/6537905389538472997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/6537905389538472997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/04/turn-around-and-walk-away.html' title='Turn around and walk away'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-3930245184280074688</id><published>2008-04-15T22:20:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T23:13:06.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me try to explain</title><summary type='text'>First find a knife. Any old knife will do. Then locate your sit bone. Find it? Got the knife ready? Now jab it hard into your skin at the sit bone. Done? Pleasant huh? For shits and giggles, take said knife and now cut yourself. 1/2" will do. Wait a little while until the initial pain subsides, but the area is still sore. OK, now find the arm of a chair. The narrower the better. Sit down, slide </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/3930245184280074688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=3930245184280074688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/3930245184280074688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/3930245184280074688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/04/let-me-try-to-explain.html' title='Let me try to explain'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-4512122813635609544</id><published>2008-04-14T22:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T23:10:47.454-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it began</title><summary type='text'>The bike game has started. I do not even see the possibilty of a totally free weekend until The Black Crowes &amp; DMB concert weekend at the end of June. I will probably still race that Sunday. Thankfully with the switch to MTB, there may be only one double road weekend. Sweet.I have been thinking a lot about what I want to accomplish this year. I have a big goal, National Champion at Mt Snow, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/4512122813635609544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=4512122813635609544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/4512122813635609544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/4512122813635609544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/04/and-so-it-began.html' title='And so it began'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-4483047710938991628</id><published>2008-04-13T19:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T19:45:48.459-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In another time, the outcome would have been different</title><summary type='text'>You try so hard, and so much energy is invested. You figure that good things should happen to good people, at least I do. You know you want this so badly that you can taste it. Maybe there are times that simple things are forced. This, all because you feel that no matter how smooth the trail is maybe there is just a little more you can squeeze out. Everything is easy, natural, flowing, like you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/4483047710938991628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=4483047710938991628' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/4483047710938991628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/4483047710938991628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-another-time-outcome-would-have-been.html' title='In another time, the outcome would have been different'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-405251970619430751</id><published>2008-04-10T21:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T22:14:06.345-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boogie afternoons, bow chicca bow wow</title><summary type='text'>No, no , no, get your minds out of the gutter. I went for a sweet ride with Dirk Diggler at The Farm and a certain area, where we shall say, we did not ride.Finally a warm day to ride and I spent it in the woods. Not even a hint of remorse for staying away from the sun soaked roads to work on my vanity tan. Hey, when Zayne is a teammate, every little bit of pigment helps.So Diggler and I rolled a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/405251970619430751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=405251970619430751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/405251970619430751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/405251970619430751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/04/boogie-afternoons-bow-chicca-bow-wow.html' title='Boogie afternoons, bow chicca bow wow'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-2143976244164763231</id><published>2008-04-09T20:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T21:45:18.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cravings</title><summary type='text'>Dark chocolate. CVS had 70% Lindt bars for $2.49. I bought four.Feel good tunes. True Reflections, DMB. Oh Josephine, Crowes.Icthamol salve, stridex pads and hottub sessions. Australia is very sore and purple.Sunlight for my pasty legs.My phone to vibrate, "1 new Text Message", in my jersey pocket.Territory to realign. June, I think.More mtb races.Even more long mtb rides with friends.Be able to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/2143976244164763231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=2143976244164763231' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/2143976244164763231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/2143976244164763231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/04/cravings.html' title='Cravings'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-8085708766224925149</id><published>2008-04-08T23:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T23:20:15.005-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If you want to see the light, first spend a little time on the Dark Side</title><summary type='text'>In light of recent events, this post has nothing to do with them. Neither Saturday, nor Monday, however the irony is bizzaro.What this does have to deal with is Sunday, and why I so enjoy racing mountain bikes. Last year was my mtb return after a hiatus since 1996. Sorry Slick Rick the Ruler, I think I trump your 1 year 4 months and 29 days. Good to see you again though. I referred to it as my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/8085708766224925149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=8085708766224925149' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/8085708766224925149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/8085708766224925149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/04/if-you-want-to-see-light-first-spend.html' title='If you want to see the light, first spend a little time on the Dark Side'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-4303929175890259271</id><published>2008-04-04T23:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T23:43:21.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shine a Light</title><summary type='text'>Oh I want to believeThere is more to this meThen it hits me that maybe there isn’tAll the things that I tryAs a means to get byThen it hits me that maybe its futileUp and down round and roundCovering all the new same groundThen it hits me that I’m not a martyrWhat to think, what to doIf not for me, not for youThen it hits me forever is impossibleThe choice to liveMine to giveDid I fail, did I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/4303929175890259271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=4303929175890259271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/4303929175890259271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/4303929175890259271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/04/shine-light.html' title='Shine a Light'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fseG6ULYKcg/R_buGJlYzAI/AAAAAAAAAEM/xmRBvxqxqpw/s72-c/DCP_0544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-2356289240487918012</id><published>2008-04-04T11:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T11:45:39.981-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain in the A$$, or at home surgery 101</title><summary type='text'>WARNING!!!! This may be graphic for some, in topic and detail.Part and parcel of being a cyclist can be something so affectionately referred to as the "saddle sore". For the few people who do not race, and read this literary masterpiece, a saddle sore is an sore, infection, ingrown hair in your tender regions. Every cyclist will get one eventually. No amount of chamois cream, Noxzema or post-ride</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/2356289240487918012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=2356289240487918012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/2356289240487918012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/2356289240487918012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/04/pain-in-a-or-at-home-surgery-101.html' title='Pain in the A$$, or at home surgery 101'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-1193477894522325536</id><published>2008-04-02T20:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T21:13:49.494-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty good day</title><summary type='text'>Great conversation with local psych about a patient, and I was asked what I thought about the Tx regimin &amp; what should be done. Really cool. I was respected enough, based on my knowledge and their trust in me that I was asked Tx options. As I was leaving the Dr said, "I knew it would be a good day when i was told you were the first person I was seeing today." Some days it can be pretty rewarding.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/1193477894522325536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=1193477894522325536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/1193477894522325536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/1193477894522325536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/04/pretty-good-day.html' title='Pretty good day'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-4574235319810958224</id><published>2008-04-01T14:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T14:23:34.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLY DANG!!!!!! or two little seconds</title><summary type='text'>In the scope of a lifetime where do two seconds fit in? What can you say or do in two seconds? You could tell someone you love them in that timeframe and that would/could change your life. You could do something really tragically stupid that would change your, and other's lives around you. This post is about neither of those things. I am not telling anyone that I love them. I am not doing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/4574235319810958224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=4574235319810958224' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/4574235319810958224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/4574235319810958224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/04/holy-dang-or-two-little-seconds.html' title='HOLY DANG!!!!!! or two little seconds'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-3476172830286358982</id><published>2008-03-31T07:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T08:18:35.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh the weekend, or a first time for everything</title><summary type='text'>I guess it started sometime Friday. Finished up work and went to meet A. She asked me once how much a "man's man" I am. Keep in mind I am 154 lbs sopping wet with guns the size of pipecleaners and ankles and legs that could be mistaken for chopsticks. That led to asking if I would be willing to get a manicure/pedicure with her sometime. That brings us to Friday. Damn my feet are friggin' hot! A </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/3476172830286358982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=3476172830286358982' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/3476172830286358982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/3476172830286358982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/03/ahh-weekend-or-first-time-for.html' title='Ahh the weekend, or a first time for everything'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-4703022114196412791</id><published>2008-03-28T23:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T23:23:08.341-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bike Game ott eight</title><summary type='text'>On the eve of The ott eight Bike Game, the Benyou Hostel is settling in and down for the start of the new gaming season.This year's seasonal starter looks to be a baptism by fire. 90ish riders on a tight 7 mile loop with big teams representing. I predict the pain cave will be open for visitors after about 30 seconds. I also predict there will be more than a few flashlights going out in the pain </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/4703022114196412791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=4703022114196412791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/4703022114196412791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/4703022114196412791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/03/bike-game-ott-eight.html' title='Bike Game ott eight'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-4396729910881959767</id><published>2008-03-26T20:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T22:14:44.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A gentle reminder</title><summary type='text'>That is what I got today from Diggler &amp; A, at damn near the same time. The gist was simple. Every time I whine about my job, remember the time it affords me to do other things, like ride.I swore to not bitch as much about my job, and I think I have been good. The reminders, although from totally different contexts, really hit home. A's was so out of the blue from the conversation that we were </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/4396729910881959767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=4396729910881959767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/4396729910881959767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/4396729910881959767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/03/gentle-reminder.html' title='A gentle reminder'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-2096613382712224214</id><published>2008-03-25T19:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T19:54:42.725-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember kids, safety first</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/2096613382712224214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=2096613382712224214' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/2096613382712224214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/2096613382712224214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/03/remember-kids-safety-first.html' title='Remember kids, safety first'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fseG6ULYKcg/R-mPEplYy-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/mWtQ3qVw1ZY/s72-c/BEER+PONG+RY+%26+ME.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-5975265321428417920</id><published>2008-03-25T11:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T11:37:23.068-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissed part 2 or sick &amp; tired of subsidizing everyone else</title><summary type='text'>So, if you remember my little rant on Dub Ya's economic stimulus pandering plan this will be a nice follow up.Today was my annual meeting with my tax preparer. As many of you know I am very loal to people. The same person has done my taxes for the past 5-6 years. It is not like they are complicated, but it is one less stress and she truly tries to help me out and get every last deduction for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/5975265321428417920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=5975265321428417920' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/5975265321428417920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/5975265321428417920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/03/pissed-part-2-or-sick-tired-of.html' title='Pissed part 2 or sick &amp; tired of subsidizing everyone else'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-2460016660017468093</id><published>2008-03-24T22:32:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T19:18:38.917-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is like a plate of sashimi, chachiri to be exact</title><summary type='text'>It is raw.It is delightful.It is a different experience for everyone.It is cultured.It is fishy.It goes best with good company.My plate of sashimi started off with a quick Ebay check to see who is willing to overpay for the wheel sets that I have up for auction. For the three or four non-bike riders who read this literary atrocity, I am hoping to make $1,800 for two sets of wheels. Yes, $1,800. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/2460016660017468093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=2460016660017468093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/2460016660017468093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/2460016660017468093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/03/life-is-like-plate-of-sashimi-chachiri.html' title='Life is like a plate of sashimi, chachiri to be exact'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-5045951624566448484</id><published>2008-03-23T00:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T00:23:10.695-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh tracks</title><summary type='text'>Rolled some nice fresh tracks in State Cawledge powder today. Not tele, not downhill, no XC. A damn fine 5 hours on the new Cannondale F1 29er. The bike is absolutely awesome. Very light front end, predictable tracking and wicked quick in singletrack.Back to the fresh tracks. We did a lot of dirt road climbing and descending today. Actually almost all dirt road snow stuff. There were three really</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/5045951624566448484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=5045951624566448484' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/5045951624566448484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/5045951624566448484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/03/fresh-tracks.html' title='Fresh tracks'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-5066272431932420520</id><published>2008-03-21T23:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T23:23:11.638-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I think better standing up</title><summary type='text'>Not so much.I am staying at Chez Leech, in State College this weekend, for the VisitPA.com MTB training camp. The computer is at the bar so I am standing. If you play along with this blogging thing you will remember that I stated I have the good fortune of surrounding myself with greatness, and great people. Today on our team ride the group was an ex National Champ, a present National Champ, a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/5066272431932420520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=5066272431932420520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/5066272431932420520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/5066272431932420520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/03/because-i-think-better-standing-up.html' title='Because I think better standing up'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-6631436271269596648</id><published>2008-03-20T22:40:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T19:21:01.838-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A different perspective or four ways from Wednesday</title><summary type='text'>I have never considered myself to be a company man. Yet, i still have this naive notion that I will work for Lilly until I can retire at 55. I met with three old work colleagues yesterday. We have all taken very different paths in our careers. It was an interesting perspective on loyalty, service, money, passion and drive.J is retired from the Mothership after working thirty years. This man is a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/6631436271269596648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=6631436271269596648' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/6631436271269596648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/6631436271269596648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/03/different-perspective-or-four-ways-from.html' title='A different perspective or four ways from Wednesday'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-5248224422367151982</id><published>2008-03-19T21:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T22:07:30.367-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tipping point</title><summary type='text'>In everything there is a fine balancing act to keep a general equilibrium. At some point there is the tipping point where something throws the balance off. It may be to the good, it may be to the bad. At that point do you go with the tip, or do you try to achieve equilibrium again?If the ultimate outcome is deemed to be unpleasant, how much are you willing to endure before hitting your tipping </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/5248224422367151982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=5248224422367151982' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/5248224422367151982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/5248224422367151982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/03/tipping-point.html' title='Tipping point'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-5531436902709771764</id><published>2008-03-18T22:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T23:20:44.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two left hands</title><summary type='text'>That is how I have felt at the shop lately. It seems i can do nothing correctly. In my own defense, of which there really should not be any, the bikes I was working on were totally new to me. In style, components, lay-out everything. Thing is, I rather pride myself at being able to do all of my own bike wrench work, except for wheel building.The TT bike and the F1 29er damn near defeated me. The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/5531436902709771764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=5531436902709771764' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/5531436902709771764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/5531436902709771764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/03/two-left-hands.html' title='Two left hands'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-5800608037275805089</id><published>2008-03-17T13:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T20:35:51.797-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I care...</title><summary type='text'>Someone, and I am not sure who, once told me this: "If you are going to take the time to do something, why not do it to the best you possibly can. Do it well enough that you would sign your name to it."I try, I really do. I put myself out there for people and things, and I try to care and give my best.Maybe that is the whole problem? I truly care. I truly care what people think, even though I may</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/5800608037275805089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=5800608037275805089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/5800608037275805089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/5800608037275805089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/03/because-i-care.html' title='Because I care...'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-1631542363650853384</id><published>2008-03-16T21:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T23:17:52.579-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Now that was a full day</title><summary type='text'>Not 36 hours in a cab mind you, but long, fun and tiring nonetheless.5:30 get up and do party prep work.10:00 greet Ry &amp; Sunshine and get ready for our ride10:30 Ride four hours on a gorgeous day2:00 End up at St. Patty's day parade in H-burg. Watch that for a bit.2:15 See New Adventures of old A with the Satan Sisters. Can not even say hello to Sisters since Old A's new adventure is there. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/1631542363650853384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=1631542363650853384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/1631542363650853384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/1631542363650853384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/03/now-that-was-full-day.html' title='Now that was a full day'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-7544204326390377613</id><published>2008-03-14T17:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T17:54:10.855-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I am pissed!</title><summary type='text'>The principle is economic stimulus, not I want $600. Keep that in mind. It is a macro concept.This is not about the money. Those who know me well enough know it not about money. Has not been for the past 10+ years. It is all about the principle and good sound fiscal logic to create the supposed "stimulus". That being said this economic stimulus plan is pure politico opportunist bunk!If you want </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/7544204326390377613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=7544204326390377613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/7544204326390377613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/7544204326390377613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/03/now-i-am-pissed.html' title='Now I am pissed!'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-5340201230696253788</id><published>2008-03-13T23:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T23:44:58.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause that's how we roll in New Comptonland</title><summary type='text'>Got home from picking up the VISITPA.com rides yesterday and set about building them last night. Yeah, I know that I referenced this yesterday. Here is where the story turns.A High School English teacher once told me, "sometime, you just need to know when to BOG." Huh, BOG? Bow out gracefully, he said. There comes a point in time when you need to when that is your best option.So last evening I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/5340201230696253788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=5340201230696253788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/5340201230696253788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/5340201230696253788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/03/cause-thats-how-we-roll-in-new.html' title='Cause that&apos;s how we roll in New Comptonland'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-2774213922222856248</id><published>2008-03-12T23:32:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T23:51:38.398-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Add it up or Viva Femmes</title><summary type='text'>But the day after today, I will stop and I will start.Stop what? Start what?Wait a minute honey I'm gonna add it up.Be a romantic and play this for your chic over a bottle of wine. Let me know how it works out. Prolly the most played party song at the OX box in the 80's. Oh, back to the post.Add it up. VISITPA.com team bikes have arrived. I made the trip to Ardmore in record time, start the car </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/2774213922222856248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=2774213922222856248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/2774213922222856248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/2774213922222856248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/03/add-it-up-or-viva-femmes.html' title='Add it up or Viva Femmes'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-1684402127422936199</id><published>2008-03-11T20:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T21:26:42.284-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I can not tell you when...</title><summary type='text'>...I have felt this good.So many things are going really well right now. It is like I am finally getting some sort of karma redemption. Work, for as generally unrewarding as it is, is going pretty well. Another peer award the other day. Seven of the last nine over the past two plus years. That has to be worth something? Hopefully with an interim manager who is totally supportive will parlay this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/1684402127422936199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=1684402127422936199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/1684402127422936199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/1684402127422936199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-can-not-tell-you-when.html' title='I can not tell you when...'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-3698482634747714469</id><published>2008-03-09T22:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T22:37:23.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy day</title><summary type='text'>BLACK CROWES and DAVE MATTHEWS BAND JUNE 27th at HERSHEYPARK. Oh yeah, you can better believe i will be rockin that one out.Felt good to blow off the Derby &amp; Circlefest in favor of riding with the Adams family. No need to battle 20mph winds and sub freezing on the road yet again. Went to Stoney Creek rail trail for what is essentially a boring out and back. Thing is, good company makes for a good</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/3698482634747714469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=3698482634747714469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/3698482634747714469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/3698482634747714469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-day.html' title='Happy day'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-1176966857878710481</id><published>2008-03-08T21:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T19:28:07.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'>True to my word</title><summary type='text'>I said I could feel a multi-post day, so here it is. I also wrote earlier of the little things that I will hopefully accomplish that will make me happy.So here goes a pretty lazy day with little bits o' pleasure for good measure.Got up earlier for coffee.EASY trainer ride. Hung with McDaniel for a couple hours loading the MAC equipment and having lunch.Cleaned 1 car side of garage and made that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/1176966857878710481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=1176966857878710481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/1176966857878710481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/1176966857878710481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/03/true-to-my-word.html' title='True to my word'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-3102774505880698526</id><published>2008-03-08T07:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T08:13:08.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Multi-post day. I can feel it</title><summary type='text'>I figured I would get a little yard/garden work done before Noah's ark shows up later today. Raked some leaves, put in some more solar lights and assessed the next backyard project.After MAJOR work last year, this year will hopefully be much more tame. I need to make a boundary around a back flower bed. As, I noticed today a good deal of my mulch is now in my neighbor's yard. I also need to do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/3102774505880698526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=3102774505880698526' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/3102774505880698526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/3102774505880698526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/03/multi-post-day-i-can-feel-it.html' title='Multi-post day. I can feel it'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-2853751501383689339</id><published>2008-03-06T21:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T22:31:44.704-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That kind of takes all the fun out of it?</title><summary type='text'>Yeah, it pretty much does doesn't it?The title was a friend's reply when I tried to explain training with a PowerTap and all the charts, graphs, bells and whistles. I could do nothing but agree. Then I went out and did some intervals at a prescibed wattage.Today was the last big meeting that relates to the present blog poll. It seems that the poll is a moot point. No dice on the killer trainer </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/2853751501383689339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=2853751501383689339' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/2853751501383689339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/2853751501383689339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/03/that-kind-of-takes-all-fun-out-of-it.html' title='That kind of takes all the fun out of it?'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-457923588136469493</id><published>2008-03-05T23:26:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T23:58:55.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Third times a charm????</title><summary type='text'>I have erased the last two posts that I have written. Some things you just want to keep to yourself because they mean enough that I selfishly want to know that the experience is mine and mine alone.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/457923588136469493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=457923588136469493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/457923588136469493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/457923588136469493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/03/third-times-charm.html' title='Third times a charm????'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-3139193563680285252</id><published>2008-03-05T00:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T00:58:58.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The power &amp; the passion, or the ride is always easier on someone else's coattails</title><summary type='text'>After a little sitemeter analyzing I have come to a conclusion. As much as I hate to say it, Douchebag Cyclist looks to be the winner in the which blog has the pull contest.After a mention on Douchies blog, for my love of a certain retail establishment, the peeps flocking to see who penned the manifesto increased tremendously. Then after professing my disgust for yet another solo 4 hr slog in the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/feeds/3139193563680285252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19302977&amp;postID=3139193563680285252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/3139193563680285252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19302977/posts/default/3139193563680285252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginallegend.blogspot.com/2008/03/power-passion-or-ride-is-always-easier.html' title='The power &amp; the passion, or the ride is always easier on someone else&apos;s coattails'/><author><name>He to the B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951309621225726874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19302977.post-3221739442826816904</id><published>2008-03-03T08:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T20:24:15.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A dress rehearsal for the rest of our lives</title><summary type='text'>That was how Jesus Robinson greeted the crowd at the Starland last evening. Went to see the Black Crowes somewhere in the North Jersey Pine Barrens last night. This was something I have been looking forward to for quite some time. The show was the first time the Crowes played Warpaint for an audience. The new album played straight through, then they came out for the obligatory encore. 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