Land of Yazoo

My hotel is within a few miles of Yazoo ground Zero, the birth place of Tennessee's finest contribution to the beverage industry. Yeah, sorry, there's Mr. Jack Daniel's place down the way, but I stopped drinking brown liquor a little ways back. Now I just over compensate with craft ales, lagers and porters. This proximity to beer and an unending amount of rain have resulted in very little riding, let's call it a resting phase. I'm planning on hooking up with some y'all-ers this weekend to ride someplace in TN or GA, and then the following week is The Most Horrible Thing Ever. My body will need all its energy for that impending catastrophe.

So to compensate for the lack of bike related reading, I offer up this fun alternative. Some as yet unidentified moron commented on my blog recently, and a quick trip to his revealed a endless supply of completely clueless conceded crap. Definitely worth a read, and a scathing comment his way. Riding, in its truest form, should BARELY be results driven. And if you get a good result, you know its because you love riding so much, you do it a lot, and it shows on saturday. But this going around calling yourself "Almost Pro," stating that you don't have any competition in the state of OH (a surprisingly strong group of riders), and yet no one knows who the hell you are is laughable, and deserving of whatever comments you feel the need to plaster his blog with. My only regret is that "AlmostPro2" has apparently become so self interested that he no longer has time to write, even about himself.