Auto-X 1.06.08
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From: Jacksonville, FL
I wish I could go but I have a wedding to attend today and I just put new front tires on (different model) and rather not run mismatched tires...when I can afford the rears the monster will be released from its cage. 
(hell, even before i can afford it because I have auto-x withdrawals, I should be at the next one in Gainesville on the 20th.)
(hell, even before i can afford it because I have auto-x withdrawals, I should be at the next one in Gainesville on the 20th.)
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From: Winter Springs, Fl.
Originally Posted by zdave87,Jan 5 2008, 05:19 AM
So. 
Does that mean you'll be at the autocross Sunday? I couldn't get past "bacchanalian bedlum", and I lost concentration.
Does that mean you'll be at the autocross Sunday? I couldn't get past "bacchanalian bedlum", and I lost concentration.
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From: Melbourne
Originally Posted by triman54,Jan 5 2008, 08:12 AM
Tri season is ramping up, and I need to get some serious training in. After the holidays, I am suffering from my typical beginning of the year LAS, a/k/a, "lard ass syndrome." This afflicition is most noticeable when I have difficulty squeezing into a wetsuit, the results of too many a night of bacchanalian bedlum and gastronomic gluttony. Through exhaustive reseach and by the application of a strict scientific methodology, I have determined that the acuteness of an attack of LAS is directly proportionate to the ownership of an S2k.
The symptoms are clear and convincing. Instead of reaching for a bottle of an electrolyte balanced sports drink my mind wonders to thoughts of beer and wine. Why I even have caught myself in a self-induced semi-sleeping stupor filling my aero drink bottles with Tequilla. Yet...did I stop? Nay, I poured away, filling my bottle till it overfloweth. Insteading of grasping for the gear levels of my bike my right hand unconsciously drops to my side as if I am reaching for the ghostly aberration of a leather and steel shift knob in a center console.
The sound of my Dura-Ace cassette gently clicking between cogs have given way inexorably to the sound of four cylinders screaming towards a rev-limiter. The sound of Zipp 808's tearing through the temperate air, ripping the very molecules of our life-sustaining atmosphere apart until they schismatically scream "Surrender!", have given way to dual exhausts blasting away, bellowously belching hydro-carbons in total, flagrant disregard of Al Gore and global warming.
Yet what is the salve to soothe my melancholy that you would have me apply? More of giving up to the same lack of self-discipline, more of doing that which I want to do instead of that which I should do, more of becoming a man like you of whom it is said, "Bandiscoot...ah...there is a man who lacks restraint in the gratification of his various lusts!"
The symptoms are clear and convincing. Instead of reaching for a bottle of an electrolyte balanced sports drink my mind wonders to thoughts of beer and wine. Why I even have caught myself in a self-induced semi-sleeping stupor filling my aero drink bottles with Tequilla. Yet...did I stop? Nay, I poured away, filling my bottle till it overfloweth. Insteading of grasping for the gear levels of my bike my right hand unconsciously drops to my side as if I am reaching for the ghostly aberration of a leather and steel shift knob in a center console.
The sound of my Dura-Ace cassette gently clicking between cogs have given way inexorably to the sound of four cylinders screaming towards a rev-limiter. The sound of Zipp 808's tearing through the temperate air, ripping the very molecules of our life-sustaining atmosphere apart until they schismatically scream "Surrender!", have given way to dual exhausts blasting away, bellowously belching hydro-carbons in total, flagrant disregard of Al Gore and global warming.
Yet what is the salve to soothe my melancholy that you would have me apply? More of giving up to the same lack of self-discipline, more of doing that which I want to do instead of that which I should do, more of becoming a man like you of whom it is said, "Bandiscoot...ah...there is a man who lacks restraint in the gratification of his various lusts!"
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From: Ocala
i feel so responsible for Trimans condition. Evidently i've had an impact so overwhelming that not even he can resist. 
My path is without merit ... do not tread upon it without knowing fully the effects upon you, your health, and a complete lack of respect by your peers and family.
I can justify just watching the race ... i believe that there is more exercise in entering and existing my bag-chair than driving an S2000 thru a set of cones. 
My path is without merit ... do not tread upon it without knowing fully the effects upon you, your health, and a complete lack of respect by your peers and family.
I can justify just watching the race ... i believe that there is more exercise in entering and existing my bag-chair than driving an S2000 thru a set of cones.