Cure for the indoor riding blues (aka the time I rode off the trainer, through the wall and into the next room).

I've done the impossible. I've learned to ride the trainer effectively; with a motivation and fervor like never before. With the proper stimuli, it just doesn't bother me so much anymore. The professional might overlook a couple key ingredients to an effective workout. The Amateur does not. Simply put, success is in the details. Learn it. Live it. Love it. It's 8 am on a Tuesday. The Mainstay's watch says it's time for a cocktail. It's the fucking holidays. HTFU.

Don't work.

My favorite and most thought provoking urinal experience in quite a while....courtesy of a South Carolina gas station bathroom. Two words and so many potential meanings....and while relieving myself, I pondered a few. What was the author trying to tell me? "Don't work"....as in "(it) don't work"? Like "it's broke"? Or did he mean for me not to work (it)...with "it" being the urinal. Or was it simply some ingenious short hand for "it don't work, 'cause it's broke...so don't go and try to work it". Or maybe he was trying to tell me personally not to work? As in I should quit my job. I'm ok with that too. I don't like to work so much anyway.

Separated at Birth (the legend of young Tommy Danielstay)

Two brothers, separated at birth. The Mainstay and Tommy D. Amateur cyclist and professional cyclist. Pacesetter Steel Service and Garmin. Full-blown alcoholic and full-blown hypochondriac. Sarah and Stephanie. Marlowe and Fido....similar traits, different paths. But there's one obvious connection that really ties this whole thing together. They both love their rainbows. Tommy D seeks them out for a photo op like the Def Leprechaun looking for his pot o' gold. The Mainstay...he just likes rainbow stickers on his bike. And who can blame him, really? One is no less adorable than the other. Love is a rainbow. And such is the legend of young Tommy Danielstay.