My hometown takes the high road

Recently, Brother #2 had coffee with the only man who rode with Lance Armstrong in all seven of his Tour victories.

The last time I’d been in the same zip code as that man was years ago, watching him vying for the U.S. National Cycling Championship in Philly, although I didn’t get to share a latte with him.

This guy must have some kind of respect for my brother, because yesterday that guy–George Hincapie–was introduced to the world, along with the rest of his team, at my brother’s high school.

To be fair, three of my other siblings went to that school too. By the time I was old enough to go, the school district had seen me coming and decided to close the place down to protect its good name.

Speaking of good names, anyone else enjoying the double entendre of the name of a team that has declared its opposition to drugs in sport…Team High Road?

And speaking of irony, I will note that the school district, by closing Cubberley, did force me to ride my bike twice as far across town to a high school at the base of the foothills of the Santa Cruz Mountains, which I had already started exploring on my bike, and which I would later ride all over throughout my high school years. Not that I’m thanking them for closing my local high school. In fact, I’m wondering if I can submit receipts for all the silly spandex I’ve acquired over the years to support my cycling habit.

Or, maybe they could just arrange for a latte with George for me too.

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  • I am so sure you were the reason why they closed the old school. Our class felt that we were too tough an act to follow, so nobody had to. I am glad you arrived safely. I expect the place to be spotless and organized by the time I get there on Friday.

  • I notice in the article that the person writing it never cheered for the school… it was missing a ‘b’.

    If you can eliminate all the boxes from the living room, then B and I can enjoy a day in San Francisco instead of doing any measurable work. If that goes well, start working on the conservatory.

  • Anonymous

    I am trying to add u as twit but cant find u.

    Mine is Vegasking

    TCB

  • Sisters #1 & 2: Your brother and I decided that if we cleaned the place out on our own, you would be bored when you were here, so we’re leaving everything where it is and going to watch men in tights.

    Enjoy.

    King: Yeah, I’ve had a hell of a time finding other twits, even when I know their names, but I’ve sent you a coupla’ messages on the side that may help you find me.

    I can’t wait to see your updates from Vegas baby. Going through Mom’s CD’s, I found this Jackpot! Of course she had that, along with all that Johnny Cash and track 16 from this CD.

  • It wasn’t missing a B. That B already graduated. Did you read the note before yours?

    Remind me this summer to tell you all about swimming in our ool.

    –Silent D

  • I think George was worried you’d kick his tail if you ever squared off against him on a bike. Secretly, he fears you. Mark my words.

    Brings back memories of my earliest days in radio when the pros descended on Montreal. I spent a long weekend interviewing Andy Hampsten, Steve Bauer and Raul Alcala. I even took pictures…I really ought to haul the album out and get some onto my blog.

    Thanks for the inspiration. You’ve renewed my countdown until the snow melts and I can ride again.

  • Carmi: Why are you waiting for the snow to melt to get back on the bike? If you need inspiration, here you go. You can’t claim that it’s too cold to ride. Get a grip and get going.

    And let me know how it is out there. From my perch in the bus on the way to work, it looks cold out there.