Are you watching the tour? Can you believe this shit? It’s insane. Every stage is a battle to the finish. Now that Lance retired it’s open season. Guys like Floyd Landis are racing with a crumbling hip and the few racers with any link to drug use were booted, so that makes things all the more interesting. The wrecks have been gnarly too – broken collar bones abound.

During the stages, packs of guys break away and get reeled in, and some brave soul will strike out again. That kind of behavior didn’t happen as often when Lance was around. I totally geek out every morning on letour.com and tab over to the status updates to see who’s doing what in the peleton and which new guy thinks he has the cajones to win a sprint to the line.

Coincidentally, I’ve been riding the road bike a lot more lately. Of course I don’t average 35 miles per hour over three hours and I don’t climb hills in the hardest gear, but I’m really enjoying White Rock Lake. I’ve been riding with a Sunday morning group every week and it’s been great. My tan lines are ridiculous. I bet you’d love to see them. This 184-degree heat business is no good though. I rode a few miles at 12:30 on Sunday and almost passed out.

No matter how much I ride, though, I refuse to shave these legs. Hell no. Not gonna happen.