With the unexpected death of another close family member, the onset of what looks to be a cold, dreary, rainy, gray Fall in Pittsburgh (and the difficulty many, myself included, face in motivating themselves to train outdoors – or IN! – in such conditions), and an ongoing personal uncertainty around the next few months and in which direction I’ll ultimately be able to move (though if I had my choice it would be either West to Southern California (forevermore known as “SoCal“) or South into The Tropics or the Southern Cone until it was again sunny and 78F in Pittsburgh.
Alas, cruel world, neither are options. Therefore, in order that this blog not decay or become stale, dead or worse – an unending stream of me posting about how crappy the weather is and what my current blood values are – I’ve given my Italian contirbutor, Allesandro Ballanserezióne, free reign for the foreseeable future to start dropping posts full of his swarthy Mediterranean humor, sunny disposition, twisted Italo-Catholic sense of propriety, and hopefully, love of beautiful women. Pappillon would like to state for the record that it recognizes Doucheblog Cycling as the original proponent of the “Add a picture of a hot chick to
so-so workman-like written content and your readers will be pleased” theory of blogging. What is it they say, that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery?