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Where's Davey's Olyumpic Medal
Cycling is so screwed up these days that Davey's waiting anxiously for his Olympic Medal, despite the fact that he got a lifetime ban way back in 1956 for grabbing a few measly Roubles on the Grass Track circuit. But what the Heck, there's some British ******z making noises, backed up, surprisingly by their Oz ****** counterparts, about a Gong for riderz who didn't compete in the event for some ridiclulous reason most probably based upon the endorsement money that can be extracted from Snake Oil manufacturers and others of their Ilk. So Davey applies some logic and sez, ``WTF, if they hand out medals on that basis, anybody who rides a bike is a potential Olympian, even if he only rides his bike a couple Klicks down to the local Gay bar'' So Davey reasons that his should be in the mail any day now. Shoot, Cycling is almost finished these days if that Crock of **** gets outta the starting blocks. Not only that, the UCI is about to Firk the Giro and Vuelta, both of which, for a variety of reasons are of greater status than the Tour despite all the Hoopla surrounding the Tour. And you have to tape over the Maker's name on your bike at the Follies unless it meets some criteria, mostly defined on an individual basis by officials that decide your case based solely on the Quantity and Quality as listed in the Official rates of Exchange of the BankNotes stuffed into the obligatory envelope that accompanies the requst for a ruling. Jeeperz, Davey almost regrets climbing on that borrowed Butcher's Delivery Bike as youngster almost 60 years ago now and winning the 5 Mile Scratch race at the Blaydon Miners' Sports Day 10 minutes ahead of the second placed Pro. Davey had sixpence to spend, a measly few pennies, but it was a princely sum back then, donated by Davey's god-father, Uncle Ned, who was a bit of a Promoter himself and always knew what to do with things that ``Fell off a Truck`` and was a Master at finding homes for things that got Found before they were Lost. Anyway, Davey, for some trivial reason that he can't even remember now, got the idea that it would be a Real Lark to ride in the Bike Race instead of frittering his money away on Popcorn, Toffee Apples or cheap trinkets. So he hung onto his Sixpence which was the entry fee, but couldn't borrow a bike. But Uncle Ned to the Rescue again. Uncle Ned was pretty thick with the local Butcher. 'Twas something to do with Ration Books and Sides of Beef or having arranged for the War Damage Compensation Board Inspector to approve compensation for both of the Butcher's corner lot addresses when hadn't in fact sustained any damage at all. Whatever, Uncle Ned got a Ten Spot outta the Butcher upon the promise that Davey would ride the butcher's delivery bike around the Games so that folks would know that he was in business and that possibly, just possibly, you might talk the Butcher Man into delivering a coupla pounds of steak without having to part with your precious Ration Coupons if you could afford the inflated Black Market prices. So Davey was in luck, he had a bike, and having paid his Sixpence was duly listed on the start list and given 20 to 1 odds by the Bookies. Uncle Ned, always one for the Grand Gesture stepped up just before the start of the Scatch Race when the Bookies were hollering ``Last Bets'' and sez to one of the Bookies, loud enough for the whole field to hear, ''Put me a Tenner on the Nose on the Nipper.'' The ''Nipper'' being Davey and ``On the Nose'' meaning no ****** Win-Place-Show bets with reduced odds, but only to Win. So Davey plonked his front wheel on his first start line on a sodden field like a Quagmire since it had been raining all morning and wobbled off when the starter fired the gun. And Lady Luck smiled on Davey that Long Ago Saturday afternoon. The Seasoned Pros all were pretty Beefy gentlemen with Skinny Tired steeds and on the rain soaked field, they couldn't get traction and were experiencing some pretty tough sledding. But Davey was light and the Butcher's Bike had tries like a Landing Craft, enabling Davey to wobble uncertainly around the track whilst most of the opposition spent more time off the bike than on. Davey was ecstatic. The Prize was Ten Pounds, immediately appropriated by Davey's Dad since the Miners were on strike again, despite the threats of the POS Govenment to send the Troops in (again) and the money was desperately needed. But Uncle Ned was ecstatic too. He got 210 Pounds back for his Ten Pound wager which was more than the average Miner got paid for six months work underground in those days and he walked around the Fair grounds like a King giving Davey a Tenner to spend and standing round after round of drinks in the Beer Tent and making loans to his buddies that were 100% guaranteed never to be repaid. Twas Easy Come, Easy Go with Uncle Ned. So Davey bought himself his first bike and has been an avid cyclist ever since. But with the current state of Bike Racing, it's highly doubtful that he will follow the sport much longer. Maybe the UCI is an institution that has outlived its usefulness. Who knows. But Bike Racing used to be fun and it sure isn't any more. -- le Vent a Dos, Davey Crockett Six Day Site: http://members.rogers.com/sixday/ |
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wrote in message ... Cycling is so screwed up these days that Davey's waiting anxiously for his Olympic Medal, despite the fact that he got a lifetime ban way back in 1956 for grabbing a few measly Roubles on the Grass Track circuit. But what the Heck, there's some British ******z making noises, backed up, surprisingly by their Oz ****** counterparts, about a Gong for riderz who didn't compete in the event for some ridiclulous reason most probably based upon the endorsement money that can be extracted from Snake Oil manufacturers and others of their Ilk. So Davey applies some logic and sez, ``WTF, if they hand out medals on that basis, anybody who rides a bike is a potential Olympian, even if he only rides his bike a couple Klicks down to the local Gay bar'' So Davey reasons that his should be in the mail any day now. Shoot, Cycling is almost finished these days if that Crock of **** gets outta the starting blocks. Not only that, the UCI is about to Firk the Giro and Vuelta, both of which, for a variety of reasons are of greater status than the Tour despite all the Hoopla surrounding the Tour. And you have to tape over the Maker's name on your bike at the Follies unless it meets some criteria, mostly defined on an individual basis by officials that decide your case based solely on the Quantity and Quality as listed in the Official rates of Exchange of the BankNotes stuffed into the obligatory envelope that accompanies the requst for a ruling. Jeeperz, Davey almost regrets climbing on that borrowed Butcher's Delivery Bike as youngster almost 60 years ago now and winning the 5 Mile Scratch race at the Blaydon Miners' Sports Day 10 minutes ahead of the second placed Pro. Davey had sixpence to spend, a measly few pennies, but it was a princely sum back then, donated by Davey's god-father, Uncle Ned, who was a bit of a Promoter himself and always knew what to do with things that ``Fell off a Truck`` and was a Master at finding homes for things that got Found before they were Lost. Anyway, Davey, for some trivial reason that he can't even remember now, got the idea that it would be a Real Lark to ride in the Bike Race instead of frittering his money away on Popcorn, Toffee Apples or cheap trinkets. So he hung onto his Sixpence which was the entry fee, but couldn't borrow a bike. But Uncle Ned to the Rescue again. Uncle Ned was pretty thick with the local Butcher. 'Twas something to do with Ration Books and Sides of Beef or having arranged for the War Damage Compensation Board Inspector to approve compensation for both of the Butcher's corner lot addresses when hadn't in fact sustained any damage at all. Whatever, Uncle Ned got a Ten Spot outta the Butcher upon the promise that Davey would ride the butcher's delivery bike around the Games so that folks would know that he was in business and that possibly, just possibly, you might talk the Butcher Man into delivering a coupla pounds of steak without having to part with your precious Ration Coupons if you could afford the inflated Black Market prices. So Davey was in luck, he had a bike, and having paid his Sixpence was duly listed on the start list and given 20 to 1 odds by the Bookies. Uncle Ned, always one for the Grand Gesture stepped up just before the start of the Scatch Race when the Bookies were hollering ``Last Bets'' and sez to one of the Bookies, loud enough for the whole field to hear, ''Put me a Tenner on the Nose on the Nipper.'' The ''Nipper'' being Davey and ``On the Nose'' meaning no ****** Win-Place-Show bets with reduced odds, but only to Win. So Davey plonked his front wheel on his first start line on a sodden field like a Quagmire since it had been raining all morning and wobbled off when the starter fired the gun. And Lady Luck smiled on Davey that Long Ago Saturday afternoon. The Seasoned Pros all were pretty Beefy gentlemen with Skinny Tired steeds and on the rain soaked field, they couldn't get traction and were experiencing some pretty tough sledding. But Davey was light and the Butcher's Bike had tries like a Landing Craft, enabling Davey to wobble uncertainly around the track whilst most of the opposition spent more time off the bike than on. Davey was ecstatic. The Prize was Ten Pounds, immediately appropriated by Davey's Dad since the Miners were on strike again, despite the threats of the POS Govenment to send the Troops in (again) and the money was desperately needed. But Uncle Ned was ecstatic too. He got 210 Pounds back for his Ten Pound wager which was more than the average Miner got paid for six months work underground in those days and he walked around the Fair grounds like a King giving Davey a Tenner to spend and standing round after round of drinks in the Beer Tent and making loans to his buddies that were 100% guaranteed never to be repaid. Twas Easy Come, Easy Go with Uncle Ned. So Davey bought himself his first bike and has been an avid cyclist ever since. But with the current state of Bike Racing, it's highly doubtful that he will follow the sport much longer. Maybe the UCI is an institution that has outlived its usefulness. Who knows. But Bike Racing used to be fun and it sure isn't any more. -- le Vent a Dos, Davey Crockett Six Day Site: http://members.rogers.com/sixday/ Gee Davey, when is your book coming out? Hey, I am still waiting to get lucky enough to catch some cycling on NBC. The only reason I saw the fastest Men's TT in history, all of 2 minutes I think is because I just happen to have the TV on at the right time. Much more lucky then rolling dice. I haven't been able to match any of the times with what's on DirecTV menu yet. Everytime it's listed its ignored or moved to another time slot. I think it possible I might since get lucky with some track finals, wait and see. I guess that means you are leaving RBR soon too. Hey who says bike racing is the only fun anyway. When mountain bikes came out here in the U.S. I found a whole new world apart from the road bike. Since there are so many fire roads up here, the sky is the limit. Just the opposite of being around people and cars, other bikes. I like the solitude of riding to the highest peak in the area near my house, 18 miles away, 7000 feet high and no one in sight for miles and miles. Just the eagles, bears and an occasional mountain lion. Leave the world and your troubles behind. |
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Steve McGinty writes:
On Tue, 24 Aug 2004 14:14:33 GMT, wrote: Cycling is so screwed up these days that Davey's waiting anxiously for his Olympic Medal, despite the fact that he got a lifetime ban way back in 1956 for grabbing a few measly Roubles on the Grass Track circuit. Jeez, Davey didn't you think about "assuming" a name for the grass? You'd have been amazed at the number of "Smiths," "Jonses," and "Whites" riding the Highland Games circuit in the "pro" days. It didn't do Kelly any good in South Africa They said, ``Gee, that John Smith sure looks a lot like Sean Kelly'' -- le Vent a Dos, Davey Crockett Six Day Site: http://members.rogers.com/sixday/ |
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