A guilty pleasure of mine ever since I started racing bikes regularly back in college is searching out the web for pics of myself in action, pretty lame but whatever. I thought I might have gotten over it but alas in my relapse into internet addiction today I sought out all the photos from Gloucesters Cyclo Cross Orgy this weekend & the only photo I found of myself is my leg clad in a mismatched un-kit from ex sponsors on ejc Photography’s Flicker Page.
Oh well, its probably my vanity and the distasteful, egotistical pride I take in the fact that I was passing that guy as the picture was taken that keeps me from making friends that want to post pictures of me on the inter web anyway.
Those shorts squish the boys funny.
