Monday, November 23, 2009


Overbearing pride or presumption; arrogance: "There is no safety in unlimited technological hubris" (McGeorge Bundy).

I strongly feel that in bike racing and in life confidence and a strident approach to the challenges that arise are the best way to overcome them with panache. There are times that you can brim with confidence hop on your trusty steed and ride right into embarrassment, disappointment and failure, I managed to hit all three of those this past weekend. I placed a bet on a bike race (only cool in Belguim) and lost, badly. Probably some of the worst loosing I have done in a long time.

Thing is, I totally deserved to loose the bet I made. I was feeling physically, mentally and technically ready to race, however was not prepared. There are a million things that need to go right for a bike race to be successful for an individual. The operations of your whip should not be something you need to worry about. All of the effort that goes into this part of preperation occurs before the race. I feel very strongly about this and under normal circumstances would never dream of showing up without my equitment dialed in. I will admit readily that I was unpreparred for the weekend of racing and didn't adequetly test out my gear to make sure it was running rigth. Hubris.

My loosing was not solely do to my own misserable preformance Steve also appears to have raced well both days, and I congratulate him.

Enough about my hubris. Humility doesn't really suit me anyways. I know people love to heckle UVM. It is logical, they are way better at racing bikes than just about anybody else. (The eternal cold does wonders). Their is also the reputation that UVM riders are wild and crazy (they don't play by the rules of the bright and tight). It is cool, people heckle (I heckle everyone). As I mentioned UVM is a little crazy, we have this thing called a list serv. What appears below is public reccord, the names have been changed to protect the innocent (I guess)

It all started with a simple poster.

Well that poster ended up in this shot (above) on Podium Insight. What fallowed was a list serv torrent. Enjoy your look into the world of UVM cycling

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""Boys and Girls.

I'm being very serious. Look at this.

I THINK I know who that is. Can anyone confirm. We need to find him. I want his social security number, tax reports, school, address, facebook profile, email, Twitter, myspace, xanga page, blog, flikr account, history of past gfs, race license, drivers license, dental records, driving history, carfax report, credit history, employer, babysitter, everything on this turd nugget. I want to smite him into the earth with the power and force of a jackhammer. I want you to go buy the fireworks. This kid will, and must be destroyed. I vaguely remember him trying to hang out with us in collegiate last year. I want his food to be ex-laxed, his dog to be pet. I want his beer roofied with horse tranquilizers. I want to knock him unconcious, call him the monopoly guy, and do a waltz around a ballroom enjoying the finer comforts of life with him on my shoulders. I want all the ECCC to sleep with his ex. To quote mike tyson, I "wish I could meet his children and kick them in their heads, stomp on their testicles". I want this kid pantsed at the ECCC end of the year dinner, and I want his hand put in warm water while he is sleeping. This kid has officially replaced THE *&$%#(CENSORED) as the kid who sucks the most in the ENTIRE WORLD. This kid must NEVER EVER win a race.

Figure out who he is. This can not happen. I want the uvm cycling creativity that has created social demons like Pete Emerson, the Binis, and Colin to drive this kid headfirst into a pile of cow dung. Look at his face. He sucks. If he had any common sense he would have tattooed it on him. Its not worth dying over a sign.

Pat. Colin. Issac. Dugan. Ill Will. Pete. Cody. Driscoll. Vinny. The entire mtn bike team. Put differences aside and crush this gnome.



More Senanagins ensued on List Serve

Yikes, Some harsh stuff. The churning, wrything sinister monster that is UVM Cycling still had a little more work to do. More photo shopping was in store of the immage.

A sad and twisted tail. A few of the emails that made it onto the list serve didn't make it into the blog. I decided they were too harsh for public consumption. I also want to point out none of these emails are private, they are on a public list serv with archived reccords that any one may access. As such no ones privacy was violated.

If there is anything to be learned from this it is, uvm cycling kids have a lot of 'creative' energy.

Friday, November 20, 2009

Rumble in the Jungle

History, and Cinema are full of epic show downs. It makes for a great story, who doesn't like a great story. I think that is why I like bike racing, the stories mostly.

Anyhow. Since collegiate road season ended last spring I have been doing my best to get fat and slower (it seems hard to imagine the possibility). It has been going really well. Sickness and a lack of health care coverage has done a lot for this as well. But enough whining.

There I was minding my own business when I start receiving cyber taunts. I know what you are thinking. "Sully, you are big scary, smelly and kid from Vermont, you know how to use a computer?" I do, not very well, but it happens.

The taunts went something like,

'I am gonna kick yo #$s so bad you are going to throw out your saddle'

'I am going to lap you so hard you won't get out of the first lap'

'remember that time you got my corn?, I am gonna lap yo sorry #!s and get yours back' (Check your urban dictionary)

now I know what you are thinking. Shouldn't you have been a bigger person and walked away. Probably. Instead I signed up for a race a million miles away from home and am gonna try* to throw down.

I am sure you are wonder who my cyber assailant is? I don't want to give things away, as cyber bullying is against the law. (Just kidding, to be clear, I wasn't really cyber bullied. There was a lot of trash talk, which I love) It doesn't really matter. What does matter is that the highest stakes race of the day won't be in the elite race (who cares, some kid from Jericho will probably kill it anyways), rather the B race will be where all the hot racing is.

Despite my efforts to get fat and slow, I have history on my side. I have only gotten beat by this guy once. In a road race after I was finishing a lead out. On the dirt I have been way more successful. Even though Cross isn't really my thing, I think I might still be able to roll it. One last issue, currently 10am friday, my cross bike isn't totally functional.

Of course the winner will take home 6 of Belguim's currency (cyclocross is apparently the only sport in belguim, who knew) (It makes since that we bet in their currency, since it is their sport) (They call fries frites, isn't that weird?!)

Anyhow, so feel free to comment on who you think will '*win*' our competition.

*=neither of us will be anywhere close to actually winning. It only matters who places higher.

I would make a poll, but I am way no where close to smart enough to figure it out. And I need to put my bike together.

Peace out Girl Scout

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

For those of you who don't know my real passion is foreign policy. More than even spreadsheets, I love foreign policy. This is a speech that I discovered my Freshman year of college. I was struck at the time, as a reaction more to the current situation of foreign policy in this era (fall 2005).

For those of you who don't know or didn't think about it. 2005 was one of the lowest points in American prestige abroad. In the Muslim world a Marine task force had conducted an operation that had extreme collateral damage in the najaf Mosque and Cemetery. This is the home of the Imam Ali Mosque. The First Imam of the Shia' line. Kilometers of burial grounds were fought over with high explosive rounds. I think that the only thing that would be equivalent to this would be a battle in Arlington.

Perhaps even more damaging to our reputation abroad was the Re-election of George W. Bush to the presidency of the United States. In 2000 a popular conception was that the election had been stolen. In 2004 the election seemed a lot more fair, to the rest of the world it did not seem like we were remorseful for the actions of the previous four years.

That set the stage for how I initially read this speech. I read it from time to time, and take new shades of meaning every time I read it. Enjoy

John Quincy Adams 1821

And now, friends and countrymen, if the wise and learned philosophers of the elder world, the first observers of nutation and aberration, the discoverers of maddening ether and invisible planets, the inventors of Congreve rockets and Shrapnel shells, should find their hearts disposed to enquire what has America done for the benefit of mankind?

Let our answer be this: America, with the same voice which spoke herself into existence as a nation, proclaimed to mankind the inextinguishable rights of human nature, and the only lawful foundations of government. America, in the assembly of nations, since her admission among them, has invariably, though often fruitlessly, held forth to them the hand of honest friendship, of equal freedom, of generous reciprocity.

She has uniformly spoken among them, though often to heedless and often to disdainful ears, the language of equal liberty, of equal justice, and of equal rights.

She has, in the lapse of nearly half a century, without a single exception, respected the independence of other nations while asserting and maintaining her own.

She has abstained from interference in the concerns of others, even when conflict has been for principles to which she clings, as to the last vital drop that visits the heart.

She has seen that probably for centuries to come, all the contests of that Aceldama the European world, will be contests of inveterate power, and emerging right.

Wherever the standard of freedom and Independence has been or shall be unfurled, there will her heart, her benedictions and her prayers be.

But she goes not abroad, in search of monsters to destroy.

She is the well-wisher to the freedom and independence of all.

She is the champion and vindicator only of her own.

She will commend the general cause by the countenance of her voice, and the benignant sympathy of her example.

She well knows that by once enlisting under other banners than her own, were they even the banners of foreign independence, she would involve herself beyond the power of extrication, in all the wars of interest and intrigue, of individual avarice, envy, and ambition, which assume the colors and usurp the standard of freedom.

The fundamental maxims of her policy would insensibly change from liberty to force....

She might become the dictatress of the world. She would be no longer the ruler of her own spirit....

[America's] glory is not dominion, but liberty. Her march is the march of the mind. She has a spear and a shield: but the motto upon her shield is, Freedom, Independence, Peace. This has been her Declaration: this has been, as far as her necessary intercourse with the rest of mankind would permit, her practice.

When John Quincy Adams served as U. S. Secretary of State, he delivered this speech to the U.S. House of Representatives on July 4, 1821, in celebration of American Independence Day.