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Showing posts with label humor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label humor. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

The (Continuing) Adventures of Chris Hong and Krogg

Alright everybody, it's time for the latest installment of our multi-part series about everybody's favorite caveman duo: Chris Hong and Krogg.

The (Continuing) Adventures of Chris Hong and Krogg. 
Episode 2: The Bike Change


Krogg like to indulge in daydream. Please, indulge with Krogg: One day, Chris Hong and Krogg start important stage race. Stage one Hong and Krogg work together all day. Whenever crosswind start to blow, Krogg say "get on my wheel Hong!" and Hong survive crosswind. Whenever road go over steep hill, Hong say "hold on tight Krogg!" and Krogg survive hill. Stage finish atop mighty mighty mountain top, and Krogg think Hong able to win stage. "No more wind for you Hong -- Krogg pull you all the way until bottom of mountain, then HONG WIN!" So Krogg pull all the way to bottom of mountain, and Hong stay out of wind real good. Then bad luck happen! Sobbing salamanders, Hong break bicycle! OH NO! If Hong have no bicycle, how Hong win race? Good thing all riders on Team Exergy ride same pedals! Only one thing to do: caveman bike change. "Here Hong, take my bike," Krogg say, and away Hong go! 
 GO HONG, CLIMB LIKE WIND!!!!

Then, next day, stage finish in long crosswind section. Everything going to plan, until -- terrible tousling tundra tiger -- KROGG BREAK BIKE!!!! This of course leave only one option: caveman bike change! "Here Krogg, take my bike!" Hong say, and Krogg hop on Hong's bike and ride away: 
 KROGG RIDE LIKE WIND!!!

Not matter what happen, NOTHING STOP Chris Hong and Krogg.

Thursday, July 22, 2010

Five Fun Floyd Facts

After spending the last 20 minutes of the race at Floyd's side, and seeing as how I now consider Floyd a member of my extended family we're so "tight," I thought I'd share the following fun facts about Floyd:

1: Floyd Loves CANDY!!!
I shit you not, Floyd ate a big old bag of candy during the race. What kind? Swedish Fish.

Yes, while most of us were slurping down Hammer Gel or Clif Bloks, Floyd was enjoying himself a nice big bag of soft chewey Swedish Fish.  I asked him if this was some kind of secret from the pro-tour, and he replied "no man, they didn't really work; I got a stomach ache." Regardless, I'm pretty tempted to eat Swedish Fish on Friday's stage.

2: Floyd Loves Butting Heads With the Officials

The officials have been giving Floyd a very hard time at this race. To begin with, Floyd was not allowed to wear his skinsuit at the start of the prologue. Apparently Floyd's skinsuits have sponsor logos, and there is a rule somewhere out there that says something or other about skinsuits and what kind of sponsor logos they can have. The officials decided to enforce said rule, and the scandal that transpired has been dubbed "jerseygate." Here's Floyd looking like a cat 10 bicycle racer. Now these officials are famous for being sticklers about rules, but Floyd certainly didn't make things any easier for himself by forgetting to sign in to today's road race. Now he owes USA Cycling $30 for failing to sign in before he can start tomorrow's time trial. I'm sure the whole cycling world is eagerly awaiting his next outfit.

3: Floyd Knows When His Race is Over

So I got dropped, and Floyd got dropped. There we are, riding together up the hill, keeping each other company, and keeping each other from pulling off to the side of the road to join the numerous beer-drinking spectators. After ten minutes of this, this guy comes by us, huffing and puffing and pushing as hard as he can. He slowly creeps past us, and then dangles 40 meters up the road the rest of the way up the climb. "That guy really didn't want to ride with us," Floyd said. Hay, dude who got dropped well before us and insisted on riding as hard as you friggin' could instead of joining Floyd and me for some friendly conversation -- YOUR RACE WAS OVER BY THEN. Whether we arrive 8 minutes down or 9 minutes down doesn't really matter.

4: Floyd Must Have a Lot of Lawyers

Floyd told me two stories which involved the use of lawyers. One was regarding the use of his skinsuit: "Yeah, so the official quotes some crazy rule from like 1982 about sponsor logos on jerseys, so I get on the phone and call all my lawyers and 20 minutes later they call me back..." And the other about how he tried to get a car in the caravan: "She said I needed four racers to get a car, so I pointed out that when Lance rode in the tour of the Gila he didn't have four riders, but he still got to have a car in the caravan, but she was having none of it, so I get on the phone and call all my lawyers...." Considering Floyd's last few months, I suppose this shouldn't be surprising. Floyd probably has more lawyers on speed dial than anyone I know, including my friends who are lawyers.

5: Floyd Has Class

Now some of you are going to roll your eyes in disgust when you read that, but hear me out. I'm not necessarily talking about class in all situations, but as a racer dragging his dropped ass up a hill, he's got class. I'm a little embarrassed to admit this, but Floyd totally gifted me 79th place. He probably could have come around me in the sprint, but after all the work I'd done, and all the jokes I told, he let me have it. In fact, he even offered to lead me out! Talk about a classy!


UPDATE!
6: Floyd Better Watch His Back!
I get to start a mere 30 seconds behind Floyd in today's time trial! Floyd will be my rabbit, and I shall be Floyd's rabbit hound. Nothing like chasing down a former tour winner. Good luck Floyd -- and I'd suggest wearing a real skinsuit today (one without flapping numbers).

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Sure -- Why Not?

Alright sports fans -- the results from Stage 1 of the Cascade Cycling Classic are in! LOOKS LIKE I'LL BE WEARING THE LEADER'S JERSEY FOR STAGE ONE!!! I'm not actually sure of our "results", but out of the three people I talked to, I had the fastest time (assuming we both timed ourselves accurately), and I'm just going to assume that I beat all 197 others too, and won the race flat out. As far as I know, I'm the race leader! GOOOOOOOO ME! (read: keep checking Oregon Cycling Action for results.)

In other news, Floyd Landis has decided to show up at the race, and not only are we brothers by number (he's 19 and I'm 91), we also have similar fashion sense:

Really Floyd?A t-shirt for the Cascade prologue?Do u have any... on Twitpic
Yes that's a former tour de france winner about to start a prologue at a stage race wearing a baggy grey tee-shirt. Floyd appears ready to do an afternoon of yard work, not start a 2-mile time trial. Regardless, I'll be looking for Floyd out there (he should be easy to spot), and see if he wants to go in a breakaway with me. Then I bet we'd be virtually indistinguishable! Floyd Floyd Floyd Floyd!

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Hilarious Antagonistic E-mail Exchanges

Hilarious antagonistic e-mail exchanges have finally matured, blossoming into a beautiful art form that crystalizes 21st century life like few other modes of expression can. Many of you are familiar with this story, in which a woman tries to extract a "missing cat" poster from her busy (and brilliantly snarky) co-worker. If this back-and-forth chronicle of miscommunication and subtle insults doesn't crack you up, you're seriously depressed and should seek psychiatric help, or you're Amish, in which case, shame on you for using the Devil's internet! I was initially forwarded this story via e-mail, but decided to track this to its source. What I discovered was the life's work of one David Thorne, an artist who has elevated the simple craft of e-mail writing to a medium capable of rivaling the frescoes of Michelangelo. Behold this treasure trove of hilarious antagonistic e-mail exchanges at Thorne's website 27/6.

Naturally any great genius attracts copy cats, and David Thorne is no exception. Cycling's own Floyd Landis has long been an amateur crafter of entertaining e-mail exchanges. Surely you'll all remember his explosive leaked e-mails that rocked the cycling community last May. However, I saw Floyd's early work as more of a statement of intent than a fully developed talent. He showed potential for sure, but needed to polish his skills before he could touch the hearts and minds of his audience. Well it's been several months since Floyd's first bout of explosive leakage, and while his symptoms subsided temporarily, it appears he's caught the bug again; Floyd has squirted out yet another uncontrolled, messy discharge of words -- but this one is different. This one is beautiful. Elegant. This isn't the work of a clumsy craftsperson; Floyd's skills have matured. He is now the artist he has always dreamed of being, and may now sit atop the throne alongside David Thorn. Behold, Floyd's masterpiece.