Thursday, April 7, 2011

"I just ate all of your slice... Oh my... fantastic!" - Kase Anderson

I've been a weeeeee bit obsessed recently. Yep. Obsessed about food, not unusual for me but you thought I was gonna say cycling. 

I went through a stage where I ate a lot of cheese on toast, good cheese and good toast, amazing combination!

Anyways... Little pieces of heaven for consumption! (Squished Banana Slice)

3 large banana's
2 cups of oats
1/3 cup of vegetable oil
splash of vanilla
1 cup of dates sliced small
1/2 cup of macadamia's roughly chopped
1/2 cup of pecans roughly chopped
1 handful of dark chocolate drops or milk chocolate drops (depends how healthy you are or if your like Paul you'll just leave it out)

Turn oven on to 180 degrees. Squish the banana until its squished, potato masher is good to use, throw everything else in and then mix it all up. Put it in a slice tray, I use baking paper to stop any sticking and its easier to clean after. Cook for about 30minutes or until the oats and nuts are going nice and golden brown, remove from oven, allow to cool and cut as desired; I put it in the fridge in a sealed container.

I think this recipe will be great for the kids, its high in energy and low in sugars and stuff like that and should fill them up with a healthy snack. Also good for hungry husbands, wives, children, aunts, uncles, co-workers, cyclists, sports people etc etc etc.

And in the end you should have

Enjoy, you really will love it!!! Please DON'T ask how much of it I've eaten.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Gorgeous, Sxy Women...

Oh how it sucks to be you... 

Normally I write sexually motivated posts about women, mostly I do this because I'm the only girl and everyone else is a man, so I figure they need something to think about and I find that they respond nicely to pictures.
Anyways, racing and the boys (men) who race.

They're surprisingly hot, I remember reading somewhere and I quote, "all male cyclists look better with sunglasses on." I don't know if that's true or not, because I know a lot of beautiful/handsome/sexy men who cycle and its not just about the face, its actually about the entire... 

When I look at a male cyclist, its got nothing to do with their face, at least it doesn't to begin with, normally it follows the following... I'm using pictures to illustrate my point as usual.

I like calves, although this doesn't tell you too much about the rider, it only says they have good muscle definition or can develop muscle well. They could actually suck.

I like the look of them from behind, used to ride with this one boy purely because he had a rock hard arse... face... meh, not so good, attitude, surprisingly dull, the sex... not the way I like it.

Then I look at.. the frame people, not the girls!

If its not ascetically pleasing to me then he probably wont be either.

Then kit comes into it, does he match? Like this man? 

Feel free to stare at that picture just a little bit longer .. I'll wait.

So that's the start of the fantasy, a man with good calves, followed by a great butt, and a good bike that he matches... oh come on ladies, thats no all their is too it.

There has to be something said for experience, a bunch of E graders out on their first race are hardly sxy, some are if they're sandbagging it with their C59's and Campy wheelset, cause they where actually a pro back in the 50's and can only just now afford the bling...

There's a lot of things I'd do for a C59.. if it where pink.

Sit down and watch a race, a crit is best, you get to see them more often; race around and around the track. Watch them play out their tactics, their speed, their experienced with what they do, they know how the race will play, they know when to work and when not to. They know their bike and how to use them, they also have this arrogance about them that is terrible alluring to almost any female.

Any man can achieve the above, but it takes brilliance to actually get the arrogance right. If you want to lick it from top to bottom and stop in all the important places along the way then you should just say something.

Thanks for coming...