I've found myself highly entertained by a couple of posts today that do a little bit to touch on the ridiculous nature of the sport of amature cycling and the awful things which we cyclists will do to ourselves for our sport. I believe you will as well.
Mike May laments the loss of a life (even if it was the life of a family man which we all know is in reality no life) due to his hateful coach's latest workout regiment.
The Unholy Rouleur provides a telling description of how to train for cyclo-cross season. This may be my favorite Unholy post yet!