The difference between failing and losing…

“To lose is not to fail, but to fail and not try again is to lose.”

Never give up!

“It is not the critic who counts, not the one who points out how the strong man stumbled or how the doer of deeds might have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred with sweat and dust and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, and spends himself in a worthy cause; who, if he wins, knows the triumph of high achievement; and who, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory or defeat.”

Theodore Roosevelt

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Opus Dei – The more I hurt, the more I pray…

It is July 1989, the final stage of the Tour de France.

Greg LeMond is in the start house of the individual time trial. The race of truth, you against the clock. You against the elements, You against yourself!

So many people couldn’t believe he would even get this far, let alone finish 2nd in the hardest test of endurance, the Tour de France.

Now, he stands once again on the brink of stardom or disaster, as he did once before, of course the circumstance were different.

This time he starts off with over 30 lead pellets in his body, 2 in the lining of his heart. A cruel reminder of his hunting accident.

A year ago his critics labeled him ‘a has been’.

Was this not fuel for his fire?

Almost everyone believed that it was impossible to beat Laurent Fignon. To eliminate 50 seconds in just 24.5km.

In order to achieve the impossible, Greg LeMond must have entered a world of pain…

Delved into a furnace, a pit of fire, witnessed Danté’s Hell and exploded….

To record the fastest time trial in the history of the Tour de France.

He eliminated the 50 second deficit and finally won the 1989 Tour de France by the closest margin ever 8 seconds…

If there was a song playing in The CiB’s head it would be this one by 30 Seconds to Mars…

Stranger in a strange land…

Enemy of mine, i’ll fcuk you like the devil. Violent inside, beautiful and evil. I’m a ghost. Your an angel. One that was saved.. just remains of an age. Lost in a day dream, what do you see? If looking for jesus, get on your knees!

Enemy of mine, i’m just a stranger in a strange land. Running out of time, better go, go, go! Angel or a demon, it came from my soul, i’m guilty of treason, a vaticans son. Tonight…

Angels coming
everybody run
everybody run
You wanna live forever tonight
gonna live forever
Tonight…
Tonight

Angels coming
everybody run
everybody run
You wanna live forever tonight
gonna live forever
Tonight
Tonight Tonight
angels coming
everybody run
everybody run
You wanna live forever tonight
gonna live forever
Tonight

Lost in the daydream
what do you see
looking for Jesus
get on your knees

Angel or demon
It came from my soul
I’m guilty of treason
a vaticans son

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Hors catégorie – Emotional triggers that drive us…

On the 13th of July in 1967 Tom Simpson of England, fueled by his philosophy of “if 10 will kill me, I will take 9” was driven by…

Emotions and desire to win,

which left him lifeless on the luna landscape slopes of the legendary climb of the Mont Ventoux in the Tour de France.

Emotions and desire…

Emotional triggers!

….

We crossed the line
Who pushed who over?
It doesn’t matter to you
It matters to me
We’re cut adrift
We’re still floating
I’m only hanging on
To watch you go down
My love

I disappeared in you
You disappeared from me
I gave you everything you ever wanted
It wasn’t what you wanted

The men who love you, you hate the most
They pass RiGHT through you like a ghost
They look for you, but your spirit is in the air
Baby, you’re nowhere…

So Cruel – U2

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Raining on Jocelyn Square – Love and Money – the year is 1988

It is 1988 Spain’s Pedro Delgado wins Le Tour de France.

However, last years winner (1987) Stephen Roche of Ireland is not there to challenge Delgado due to injury.

The 1986 TdF Champion, the American Greg LeMond is still on his road to recovery from a hunting accident which took place prior to 1987, which resulted in a round from a shotgun hitting Greg LeMond in the upper torso. (Over 30 lead pellets remain in his body to this day, 2 in the lining of his heart.)

His critics are calling him a ‘has been’… 1989 is looming on the horizon.

Raining on Jocelyn Square by Love and Money is playing on the radio:

I wrote you a letter and I sent it on the first of July
Now it’s November and still I haven’t no reply
It’ll be my birthday soon, if I don’t see you I’ll survive
But I would be happy, if you’d let me know you’re still alive

I still live on Jocelyn Square, nothing much has really changed
I still think about you, but only really when it rains
Sometimes you don’t know something’s open till it shuts
I loved you so much, I hated your guts

You blinded me I refused to see your doubt
It’s raining now
Raining on Jocelyn Square
It’s raining now
Raining on Jocelyn Square

All the memories that flower and blossom
In the pale Endymion hour
They paint a picture of you
Too good to be true
And I hate myself for wishing, missing
Your soul kissing

All the things that once wet my appetite
Now bleed me dry, bleed me dry
Chasing rainbows and fireflies
To watch them fade away before my eyes

It’s raining now
Raining on Jocelyn Square
It’s raining now
Raining on Jocelyn Square

His smile lit up like a halo of despair
And the worst thing that could happen
Is the answer to his prayers

It’s raining now
Raining on Jocelyn Square
It’s raining now
Raining on Jocelyn Square

…

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The emotional anatomy of a man and a woman…

The Man

A man must be a tree, strong and proud, not affected by any breeze. It will stand tough and will not falter in any wind. With roots that are grounded and steadfast. Without any need of support as a real tree will withstand the ages and will be sovereign.

The Woman

A woman must be a flower of immense beauty, a rose…dark and red in colour. Displaying her rich beauty, it’s dark red colour representing that of blood and the giver of life. It’s petals intertwined and enveloping that being her mystery, her mixture of complex emotions and sensitivities.

However…

Every tree can bleed (from the inside out…)

Every wild rose has thorns… (That pierce, cut and draw blood)

@TheCiB – 25th of December 2010

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This way to pain…

“If you’re going through hell, keep going.”

Winston Churchill.

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To Di.

Walking like a one man army
Fighting with the shadows in your head
Living out the same old moment
Knowing you’d be better off instead,
If you could only . . .

say what you need to say…

John Mayer – Say

19/12/10
(Its a great song that.
Sleep well cuz. I may be across the oceans, but we’ll always be connected.)

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The Egyptian Goddess…

Feel like trash, you make me feel clean
I’m in the Black, can’t see or be seen
Baby, baby, baby…light my way

U2…

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This is my church, this is where I heal my hurt

The reason for the lack of blogging, post or pages is because The CiB is very religious.

Any spare time I have I am at church. In the words of Faithless:  this is my church, this is where I heal my hurt...

Meaning: The church is my bicycle, and this is where I heal my hurt is the cleansing process that I and all other real cyclists undergo through the meditative action of beating out a high cadence.

The CiB’s church is a CANNONDALE.

*Here is a photo of my bike just before some minor surgery, on my bike that is.  (A new chain, and repair to the rear wheel, a new spoke.)

The reason why I ride CANNONDALE is because I choose to ride it.

REASON: It is plain and simple – hardcore. Designed and manufactured to be ridden and ridden hard. If you are a true member of the elite sect of cycling – almost like the Opus Dei of cyclists, you ride CANNONDALE.

If you are a wannabe, how do I look…*MAMIL wearing white bib shorts or anything Assos , you more than likely ride a Dogma, Madone or an EMX5.

*MAMIL stands for: “middle aged men in lycra.” Generally suffering from a mid life crisis. Hence they saw Lance Armstrong on the TV and think by buying a flashy bike, shaving their legs and wearing lycra they can emulate him.

The joke is he is not even the real deal, Greg LeMond is the real deal, the real American hero.

Check out: http://www.greglemond.com

That is all for now.

Wear your helmet!

The CiB.

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P.P.S what do you think of my new look, to match my bike:

You down, you still alive, get back on your bike and RIDE!

I have never seen a wild thing feel sorry for itself. A little bird will fall dead, frozen from a bough, without ever having felt sorry for itself.

D. H. Lawrence