I don't remember

I've had a hard time remembering the little things the last couple of days. I know I've been doing some racing. Monday, Wednesday, Saturday, and Sunday! I'm not really sure why I do it but I can feel myself getting addicted to it. Even today I went for a ride and I just wanted to go fast. The world seemed more in order when it has a slight blur to it. I was coming home today along the bike path which is flat and its easy to go fast. I rolled along at 36 to 40km/u not because it was good training but it just felt better. The way the bike transitions from the straights to the turns, to the way it touches the road, and the feeling of guiding this self propelled machine along the road is awesome. I really like the my body works too. It is like the hips down are just a machine and my brain is the operator. More power, less power, faster, slower. Oddly enough I feel like I am somewhere in between. I'm not part of the brain and I'm not part of the legs. I'm stuck in the middle and all I can feel is the wind in my face and all I see is the road before me.

The picture above is of the Atomium in Brussels. We went to the new G.I. Joe film and ended up in the wrong theater watching the new Transformers movie. Close enough I suppose.

So this section is going to be dedicated to a little bit of bike porn. The road brakes to the left cost 422,95 euro! Ouch!













This is the new Herbalifes Team bike with matching Green/Black paint scheme. I didn't even bother checking the price tag for this one.











For lunch today we went out in Aalst. Since we were already in the area because of the bike shop we thought it would be nice to have a salad of sorts. Not to mention it was almost 30 degrees again in Belgium and something light, fresh, and tasty was in order.

It was a fresh salad with fruit, nuts, and vegetables. I had the choice of frietjes or bread and I went with the bread. Something about eating fries in Belgium creates a disconnect to how potentially dangerous they are to the diet. They seem so normal and harmless here. Fries are something I literally never, ever, eat in the U.S.. The only place to get fries in the U.S. is at a fast food restaurant and they are not nearly as good. Maybe I should open up a frituur in Boston or something? That could be fun...

I was exchanging information today with a young lady for Dutch lessons. She asked me if I spoke Dutch and I said a little and then she asked me another question and I told her I didn't understand. So much for thinking I was starting to get somewhere with this language. I suppose that is the reason for lessons. It is not so much the subject that needs translating but the subject needs some structure, presentation, and someone who isn't concerned whether or not you like them. Someone to just drill you with it and send you away confused. I took the intensive course which is M-T-W-TH from nine until noon. Which is also good for training and racing. The only problem is the course is for two months and I'm leaving in one month so there is going to be a bit of a gap. A month long gap of no lessons. Hopefully I can test out close to the end of Sept. and receive my certificate for completing level 1. Or maybe I could use the school as great excuse to stay for another month? hmmmmmm