THIS IS TOO FREAKY

About 1 p.m. today I get a call from Mellow Johnny Boy Clark today from his cell phone. (He never calls on his cell phone.) Guess where he is, he says. Sitting in a ditch off Birch Bay-Lynden Road with a broken collar bone. No! Unfortunately though, it's yes. He and the Titanium Cowboy were out on a ride and at some point, John, like me last week, found himself flying through the air only to come back down to earth quite rudely. Off to the ER, a sling and some meds and possibly a visit next week to a surgeon. All too weird. But Team Unattacked will be back!   

LOOKS LIKE DOC LEFT HIS COMB IN THERE

Area man is screwed. Together. Percoset, take me away. ...

LAKE SAMISH TRIALS

If I didn't have a broken collarbone I'd definitely be taking part in next weekend's Lake Samish Trials. Held on Friday evening and Saturday, this Charlie Heggem production features a fat tire criterium, trail run, running criterium (sound crazy or what?)and xc mountain bike race. All events take place at Camp Lutherwood on Lake Samish. Click here for more info.

LOOK WHAT I DUN

Inspired by Paris-Roubaix, I've been taking my old road bike out on dirt roads and rail trails. However, I forgot to decrease the tire pressure and yesterday, just after dropping Boonen and Cancellara on the Boulevard Trail (in my mind, that is), I hit a bump that sent my flying over the handlebars and sorta cleaved my clavicle in twain. (See above.) Everything is put on hold for now.  

In other news, click here for a vdeo I put together of me running the streets and sites of Paris.

LAST PARIS BATCH (MAYBE)

Well, we're back in the U.S. of A. and in fact I've already been on a 40-mile road ride with the boys--Scott TC (which now stands for Titanium Cancellara) Young and Mellow Johnny Boy Clark. I was jetlagged as hell but it was fun as heck nonetheless. I loved Paris to death but it's great to be back. Here's quite possibly the last batch of Paris pix. (Fer now.)

A golden girl at sunrise on the Jardin du Trocadero just across the River Seine from Tour Eiffel. (Am I impressing you by using the French names for landmarks?)

 The top pic was taken during an early morning run; moments later, I came across this photo shoot taking place using the Tour Eiffel as a backdrop.

View south from atop the Arc de Triomphe.

For a small guy, Napoleon sure was buried in a big box. 

  Painter painting a painting of Napoleon at Musee de l'Armee.   

Coolest guy in the world. Came across this jazz combo in Monmartre and the seated guitarist in the black jacket had serious major crazy chops. His fingers flew like a butterfly or hummingbird or something all over the neck of his guitar. I was awestruck and mesmerized and I--I must confess--am in no way, shape or form, a jazzer. Thus, I dubbed him the coolest guy in the world. (Looks a bit like Fabian Cancellara too.)

Sculpted detail at Notre Dame.

Uh, ... ick.

The Wall for Peace at Parc du Champ de Mars. Ironically, the domed building in the reflection is Ecole Militaire, an elite military academy that Napoleon once attended.  

  Bake and I attach our family love lock on a pedestrian bridge over the Seine.

Rue du Champs de Mars, the street where we lived.

The family at Jardin du Luxembourg, Bake's favorite place in Paris. (Because of the cool playground.)