I watched the entire four hour plus live coverage of the San Francisco Grand Prix bike race, which is no longer the San Francisco Grand Prix, but the, um . . . something corporate. God Bless America! I learned last year that it's not worth going out to watch it unless you: a) go early enough to get a position on one of the hills where the riders go slow enough to actually see them; and b) are with other people so you can reclaim your place if you need to go pee or get coffee or snacks. The disadvantage of watching the live coverage is you have to listen to local ABC sportscaster Martin Wyatt, who for the third year in a row has shown how inept and incompetent he is to cover: a) a cycling event; and b) any sports event that can realistically be called "international".

Wow, those riders are incredible, what an exciting finish. I swear, to ride on that level you have to transform your body into some kind of organic machine. Their muscles and their metabolism just ain't normal, and I'm sure their attention to nutrition must be virtually scientific.