I am not, not sure why really. Have been tired most of the time over the last few weeks. Have done some good stuff recently work wise, but most of the time I just sit around thinking of bicycles and my holiday in Italy this September.
Oh well, I think I need a holiday.
My sister found these bikes, they are cool, if a little ugly. I like that they are shaft driven. I like Charge Bikes, especially there 700cc models. But the next bike I want to have will have gears, cos I will maybe join a cycling club through the winter. So shall be riding through the rain. Then again, I will have no pennies, so shall just cycle my carbon fibre beauty, and clean it after each ride. Not the best solution, but as my girl friend says: I need to watch my spending habits.
Where frisbee will fit in with all of this I have no idea, then again I am not sure I care so much any more... or do I.
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
UKUA Tour 2
It absolutely rocked.
I know there is le tour de France right now, but while Chicken Legs was rocking it up the mountains, I was stuck in the mud of the north that is the little known town of Mansfield, but it is a Mecca of frisbee tournaments. There is at least one every year, god knows why. Well I do know why, because Hannah organises one every year, and makes a handsome profit (and I don't blame her, running frisbee tournaments is hard work).
My little club got three teams up to Mansfield, one womans and two mens. I was in the first team (of course), and we were in the A Tour (the top tier). Check out photos here, not of us but you can get the general idea. There might be some clips here, again none of my team. That’s because in the grand scheme of ultimate frisbee, Southampton's team no longer figures. Never mind though, we came 13th, and it felt good.
You see, we were promoted to the A Tour a month or so ago, and this was our chance to stay up in the A Tour, and to do so we had to get 13th or higher. Getting it yet?
On the Sunday we won every game, beating fellow promotees Flight Club and Devon in rather un-inspiring games. For a while during the mud and rain I sat on my ass thinking about giving this stupid sport up. Biking is becoming a great distraction. Then though, we had the final game, the game to go, the game we had to win to stay up with the big boys. We had to beat Bristol (my friends Penfold and Rob's team). We came out firing, I through some long discs to our trusted recievers Nick and Whittle. They caught them all. We played it short and scored, I scored, wee Si scored, we all scored. Man we rocked.
We won 15-9, and crushed them like mice. It felt so good. Although I felt for Penfold, it sucks losing too.
You know, sometimes just when you feel like tossing in the towel, frisbee just yanks you back... But then there are still the Pyrenees to come...
I know there is le tour de France right now, but while Chicken Legs was rocking it up the mountains, I was stuck in the mud of the north that is the little known town of Mansfield, but it is a Mecca of frisbee tournaments. There is at least one every year, god knows why. Well I do know why, because Hannah organises one every year, and makes a handsome profit (and I don't blame her, running frisbee tournaments is hard work).
My little club got three teams up to Mansfield, one womans and two mens. I was in the first team (of course), and we were in the A Tour (the top tier). Check out photos here, not of us but you can get the general idea. There might be some clips here, again none of my team. That’s because in the grand scheme of ultimate frisbee, Southampton's team no longer figures. Never mind though, we came 13th, and it felt good.
You see, we were promoted to the A Tour a month or so ago, and this was our chance to stay up in the A Tour, and to do so we had to get 13th or higher. Getting it yet?
On the Sunday we won every game, beating fellow promotees Flight Club and Devon in rather un-inspiring games. For a while during the mud and rain I sat on my ass thinking about giving this stupid sport up. Biking is becoming a great distraction. Then though, we had the final game, the game to go, the game we had to win to stay up with the big boys. We had to beat Bristol (my friends Penfold and Rob's team). We came out firing, I through some long discs to our trusted recievers Nick and Whittle. They caught them all. We played it short and scored, I scored, wee Si scored, we all scored. Man we rocked.
We won 15-9, and crushed them like mice. It felt so good. Although I felt for Penfold, it sucks losing too.
You know, sometimes just when you feel like tossing in the towel, frisbee just yanks you back... But then there are still the Pyrenees to come...
Monday, July 9, 2007
Thursday, July 5, 2007
This rocks
MASH
And am going to go out in the rain on my fixie and catch some disc tonight. And I have a set of new Fulcrum racing wheels, life is wicked.
(I was feeling very sweary that day, not sure why, but I have removed the fowel language. I should was my mouth out with soap some days)
And am going to go out in the rain on my fixie and catch some disc tonight. And I have a set of new Fulcrum racing wheels, life is wicked.
(I was feeling very sweary that day, not sure why, but I have removed the fowel language. I should was my mouth out with soap some days)
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