The internet is a funny beast. Over the last few days there has been sufficient drama to keep me glued to the screen, hitting refresh while comfortably in my chair, enjoying the real, and imagined, suffering of others.
The real suffering? The Grand Loop. 7 started, 3 have finished, 3 have dropped out, and one hearty soul by the name of Dave Kirk is still out there. Read the play by play from the race here. It is inspiring to say the least. Especially given the overall public state of “our sport”. And by that I mean cycling in general. It’s a sad affair really. As soon as Lance creates interest from the slothful American masses, doping scandals extinguish it. I realize that doping scandals are nothing new in cycling. But when cycling is new to Average Joe, then any garbage that comes along, is also new.
What does the armchair sports fan think nowadays? I’d be enraged at all the cheating and lying going on in all the major sports. Luckily, I have an outlet, which is ironically, riding my bike. In the end I don’t really care anymore about Barry Bonds and his life of lying, or whether Floyd is guilty or innocent. After a good ride all I care about is getting food, drink and out of my chamois.
Ah..I have digressed.
The imagined suffering I mentioned above?
I say “imagined” because I can only imagine what goes through the continually clouded mind of one Stuart Dorland. At this point, it is just comedic entertainment. A diversion from doping stories is a story about a guy who is just a dope. If you read this Stuart, Stop posting on MTBR! It gains you nothing but ilk and ire!
On second thought, I do enjoy the soap opera drama of your repeated finger pointing. And the false handle (Weekendwarrior) was just pure genius man!
Perhaps I have digressed again. But I had to comment on what I suppose can be called the sublime and the ridiculous. And they both came from MTBR. From the Grand Loop reports, to Dorland (again) sparring with racers, the scope of (un)intelligent human output reaches new heights every time I log onto this here inr’et thingy.
Behold, the wit and wisdom of the public forum! No wonder Rome fell.