Dick Fiction

Testes? Or Testing?

Welcome, space wanderers. I went to a cyclocross race this morning in Glendale, California - watched it, didn't race in it. Two cross seasons now, I've been in retirement (not exactly from a stellar career, mind you) and I guess cross has spread like a germ in a petri dish since then. Don't think I'm ready to race again, though, at least not against real racers. Lately, when I feel the need for competition, I ride my cross bike over to a bike path in Encino and take out my frustrations on unsuspecting recreational cyclists wearing iPods. Sure is a kick to feel strong beating up on the weak.