Hmmm, I lived in a barn for two years so I could have my horse close and be at a facility where I could work/train my barrel horse 5-6 days a week. Funny thing though, all that dedication, selling my MTB to buy a trailer so I could compete without having to borrow one, got me nowhere and I was always super humble. Perhaps arrogance was the key. I could have been the next Charmayne James and all those sponsors missed their chance!
On another note, I've been discussing with a coworker that I could never win a bike race because, well, I cannot ride sans handlebars despite my love of the Flobots song. So we've been thinking up other ideas in case my crit career this summer proves successful. Well, Cavendish, thanks for your help! I have decided to learn to let go of my bars to perform my newly created "Cavenb*tch!" Step one - thrust bust forward as far as possible. Step two - use index and middle finger to point toward your tatas!
I will unfortunately be putting a trademark or some such on the Cavenb*tch. After Lance went and put FSU on his bottom bracket and sucked the joy out of my favorite FSU, um "Fornicate stuff up," I simply cannot trust anyone is the cycling world.
"True, but if you throw your panties into the middle of the peloton, someone's likely to get hurt."