Actually, Floyd had the smallest butt in Pennsylvania. Got tired of being stared at and being asked all the time to stand on the hood of the firetruck for parades, so he moved to CA.

Been thinking of changing my posting name to "Floyd's Fat Aunt Lynda." Nah, I'll save it for when I need a snappy comeback to someone on the road.

We don't have a tv and I really wanted to see what a time trial looked like - esp. THIS one - so Sat night we went to the local bar and actually convinced the bartender to turn off the ballgame and put on the Tour. I still can't believe we got away with that one.

In the local paper on Sunday, there was a nice story from a reporter who watched the Sat. stage with the Landis family (at a friend's house - no tv at their house, either) and Floyd's dad wept twice. Once when an announcer described Floyd's dad calling his cycling "pointless" and again when Floyd won.