So, it's been a while. Medical School is fun, lots of work, but fun. Chicago is getting better, but the riding still sucks. I plan to do some research this summer to... FUND MY TRIP TO FRANCE IN JULY.

Only one thing going on in France in July that is worth sitting in an economy airline seat for hours and hours and hours... I'll let you all ponder what that could be. I will say, I already have at least one plan for getting my scrawny self on Versus. I'm going to try real hard to get on TV without being "That Guy". But if push comes to shove and I have to run across the Champs Elysee naked with yellow streamers in my hair and a picture of Lance tattooed on my ass.. I will do it.

Meanwhile, I'm sloooowly dragging myself back into shape. In two weeks I'll be in Bloomington. To all the people who I used to pummel at the early season races and rides: here is your chance. Pretty much everyone of you Cat 1/2 guys that I used to half wheel to death could drop me in my current form.

So, bring it. It's payback time...for you.

Top Ten Terms You Don't Expect To Hear During a Medical School Interview...

10. Robocop
9. Kankle
8. 1337
7. Dingleberry
6. BAMF
5. Bromance
4. Feminazi
3. Cunnilingus
2. Tramp Stamp
1. Bike Porn


Some of you know, some of you don't. I'm applying to medical school, and it's a lengthy process. Lot's of essays, interviews and... waiting, are involved. I recently went up to Rush University Medical College for an interview. They have a top 10 orthopedic surgery program, and it is generally a sweet-ass school.

So I'm interviewing with this doctor, and it seems like it's going well. Nothing too out of the ordinary. All of a sudden, he slips in "Saving weight on a bike for a 250 lb guy" and "I'd never heard of the term bike-porn before".

Holy shit. The guy read my blog.

I've never been so flabbergasted in my life. Of all the expected topics, I'd never thought about my weblog coming up in a medical school interview.

Long story short, the man had a good sense of humor, and didn't rag on me too much about this silly little page on the interweb.

Goes to show, watch what you put on the internet.

I usually keep the irritable, cranky side of John Meyers off the internets. Today, I'm particularly cranky, and went to one of my favorite bike porn sites and found this. For those too lazy to click, I'll summarize.

"Hello, I'm a complete fatass. I ride a size 49 and weigh 250 lbs. I'm looking for ways to save several hundred grams from my $5000 bicycle. I'm too lazy to read or search the internet to find this information, and would rather have someone else tell me how to best waste my money on carbon fiber bicycle parts."

I'd suggest: A diet.


Ok, I'm done now. Thanks for reading.

It seems I owe y'all an update. Life is a bit different from when I last posted, and updating my cycling buddies on my activities has been pretty low on the priority list. However, if you are reading this it means you are a die-hard TSK fan--I lead the rest of the dogs off my scent-trail when I let johnmeyers.info die. Only the hardcore stalkers and roadie-whores remain at john-meyers.com.

Right.

Anyways, I've gotten a real job pretending to be an engineer for Cook Medical, a medical device company. I work weekdays, 40 hours a week--you know, like a real person. It's a pretty cool gig though, and I get to play with lots of fancy expensive tools all day long with an occasional foray into the innards of a cow or pig for the purpose of testing one of the prototypes I've (attempted to) make. It's a little odd being an engineer with a non-engineering degree but thus far it's working out OK.

So I'm a "real person" now. A contributor to society. Less of a living-out-of-a-car lowlife bike racer. It's a pity. The check in the bank is over-rated kids. Don't do it.

As far as my cycling goes: I made one attempt to start training about a month ago. I was riding everyday for about a week before I cracked. Cold weather, miserable conditions, and a distaste for my TT bike got me down. For some reason I refuse to strip down my TT bike and put road bars on it again--that being sort of against the principle of why I bought the TT bike in the first place. So, I pretty much double the suffering of winter training by having to do it bent over and with my elbows 1cm apart.

It's such a dire situation that I even did the unthinkable...and for those that know me, this truly is unthinkable: I bought a pair of running shoes. I'm hoping running will allow me to keep some semblance of fitness until it a) warms up a bit and b) Ebert gets me a road bike so that time spent on two wheels isn't so miserable.

I know every year I lament about how slow I am, but this year I really am. Hopefully once I have a legit road setup to use I'll be able to get to my old ways of axe-murdering and face smashing, but at any rate I won't be walking into the first few races with the confident swagger I used to.

Anyhow, I hope you all had a Merry Christmas. Props to Wayne Simon for his spread on CBR, what a legend. Props to R.K. Money on smoking some bitches at the Ohio 'cross scene. Props to all the guys I raced with who went Pro--a ton of you out there.

That's it for now.
TSK

The self-centered cycling community of Bloomington describes the Hilly-One-Hundred as "like... the biggest social ride ever".

Shhh. Don't tell them about the MS150.

Anyhow, the ride itself was really fun. Tons of people, some phenomenal roads I hadn't even ridden myself, rest stops with fried chicken, cookies, apple juice and live bands with saxophones. Sweet.

No beer though. I had to fix that:







And all these Indiana kiddies talk trash about how Illinois doesn't know how to party. If that showed up at an Illinois group ride, it'd have been gone in 10 miles. I just drank the last flat, skunked beer last night. Nancies.

We smoked them at football this weekend too. Myself and Le Skeeter were the only ones in the bar yelling at the top of our lungs every time Illinois scored. Amusing. No fist fights occurred. Probably because of Skeeters menacing stature.

Oh yea, and that's a single speed: 48x17. Thank God Skeeter was there to pull me up the hills on his mountain bike.