Originally Posted by patentcad
In the inevitable follow up dream (after I've gotten up in a cold sweat and gone to the bathroom) KP and Dr. W.J. are on the side as Vino hacks me and the family to death with a D. A. crankset. They are of course, all laughing insanely. The real chilling part is when I look @ the D.A. crank that Vino has imbedded in my skull and to my ultimate horror it is now CAMPY.
I wouldn't waste a Campy crankset on you. Not even Veloce. At best you'd get 105, or if I was feeling particularly generous, Ultegra.
I think it would take the full on bling SRM Dura Ace to kill Doc, and something in a Stronglight Activ-Ti to at least render Pizzaman unconscious. At which point Snick and I will go off on a Bonnie/Clyde-like crime spree, only to be stopped when Rad realizes we're after his Pinarello, hires Cypress as a bodygaurd, and he crushes our souls, leaving us to float in limbo (not to be confused with Zimbo) till the end of time.
I'll be tormented with a 10lb climbing bike that will be ridden around me by a 380 lb Mickey D customer (who'll drip ketchup on the downtube) and Snick shall be forced to ride in a never ending criterium.
And EDR is correct in that I got a nice check from Paris to keep the DVD off the market, sadly I turned around and endorsed it over to Anna Nicole Smith to NOT have sex with me. Long story.
(And anyone who produced a child with ANS ought to be immediately precluded from custody of the aforementioned child, unprotected sex with ANS a clear indication of drug use, or, more likely, insanity).
And in answer to Snick's original question, I believe there was an obscure unsanctioned Thursday night crit in Modoc county last year that was organized by the local VFW post. I flatted during the warm up and wasn't able to race.