
George?
Yes Lance?
What are you doing
I’m tasting the rainbow Lance. Tasting the rainbow for America.

George?
Yes Lance?
What are you doing
I’m tasting the rainbow Lance. Tasting the rainbow for America.

No one cares if Tim Tebow is religious. The fact that he genuflects all the time is up to you to decide if you find it annoying.
The bigger picture is, do you think the same people who enjoy Tebow’s piety and deity veneration would tolerate any other religion’s explicit presence in sports?
If I ever win a bike race I’m gonna point to my dong.
I LIVE THE EMOTIONS OF OUR SPORT MORE THAN THE NUMBERS AND STATISTICS, AND FANS ARE THE HEART OF ALL THE FEELINGS IN CYCLING.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JENS VOIGT.
This is quite funny - McSweeney’s Internet Tendency: CNN’s Political Team Has It Covered..

My teammate Sally Annis totally killed it today in the 35-39 field at CX Nats!!!! (You can see I was pretty excited as she the crossed the line 2 minutes ahead of the rest).
Still pulling my things together after the insanity and busyness of nationals. Great shot of Sally FOR THE FUCKING WIN.
WHY DID YOU MAKE KENNY VAN HUMMEL SAD?!?
WHAT DID YOU DO?
LOOK. HE DOESN’T EVEN WANT TO TALK TO HIS TEAMMATES ANYMORE. WHAT THE HELL, MAN.
If you keep this up Belgian Gort is gonna be pissed.
And while you’re distracted, Bert Grabsch is coming to your house to murder your loved ones, break your dog’s legs, and burn all of your family photos.
The only thing that Vacansoleil needs to get ready for is a makeover and the impending murderous rampage of Bert Grabsch.
Thanks to Jeff for talking to me on Gchat and sharing these fantastic photos with me. And, through me, with you.

untitled by brampaulussen on Flickr.
Holy shit
1. This is what I mean by “GET SOME AIR”.
2. I am REALLY BAD at riding my bike.
For some reason I found this incredibly hilarious.
Oh, and happy 2012, Internets.
via Married To The Sea.

HOLY FUCK. HAS ARTHUR (LEFT) GOT THE MOST RIPPED LEGS EVER?
HIS TRAINER (NEXT LEFT), SOLD HIS SOUL TO THE DEVIL IN RETURN FOR ETERNAL FUCKING COOLNESS. HE WAS CALLED CHOPPY WARBURTON. FACT.
NEW YEAR’S RESOLUTION: FIND ME A CHOPPY WARBURTON.
I’d sell my soul for legs like that, no doubt.