to race, or not to race

i gave my bike an hour or so of luv last night, digging out winter's gunk and washing off a shitload of worm parts on the seat tube. she hasn't been this spanky in years, which provides me with a great excuse to NOT race in tomorrow's predicted torrential washes w/20mph winds.

the countless hours of life i've frittered away on YouTube and google video weren't applefrittered in vain. here's a dude doing an acapella, layered version of Closer.