The mystery pooper

So every morning around 9 or 10 I make my way to the Men's room in search of a welcoming stall to perform my daily duties (pun intended).

Every so often, I swing open a stall door only to find a large turd sitting in the bowl. Immediately I am upset that there is someone in this company with no respect for his fellow man. But then it becomes a mystery. Because not only is there a giant turd floating in the bowl unchecked, but there is NO TOILET PAPER mingling with the offending bowel movement.

This means that some sick bastard sits down, takes a dump, says "You know what? I don't need to wipe my ass and because of that, I don't even need to flush." I'm sure the offender doesn't wash his hands either, because he didn't have to get his digits near his rectum.

I am totally at a loss here. I can't figure this one out. What is the motivation? Does he leave shit streaks on all his clothing? At one point I thought, maybe this dude is so proud at his ability to "ghost" a turd every time, that he has to show it off. But then I came across several instances where the turd was clearly not ghost-able. At least by modern standards.

Anyone got any ideas on this one? Its freakin' me out.

Potted Meat

Instead of racing this past weekend, I helped Kat move into her new apartment outside NYC.

We stopped in at the local Dollar Store to stock up on some low cost essentials. I tell you what, that is one scary place. I tried in vain to find sugar fags. Seem the only place that has them anymore is Five Below.

Anyway, I did find the following gems:


We also saw this odd fellow at the grocery store. Too bad I couldn't manage a frontal shot, but the creature sports a mohawk, UnderArmour shirt, and giant football padded pants.


From a turnpike rest stop. When you don't someone pissing in a urinal, might as well advertise your tasty uric acid aroma McGriddles!

Not enough time in the day

I miss college. I could go to class, study, take tests, take care of my bikes, and still ride 20 hours a week if I wanted.

Now that I am at a full-time job, there is just not enough time to get everything done. I've had trouble just getting my bike in order for this weekend. I have to replace the rear derailleur, clean the bike, and get a set of wheels ready to race since I can no longer use that tubeless set after the problems it caused me this past weekend. I also have to strip my road bike I used this season to return the frame and I had to install a new fork on my mountain bike.

I go to work at 8 and come home at 5 if I am lucky. Then I'd like to train for a couple hours and on a couple days also go to the gym or practice 'cross barriers. By the time I am done with all of this it is usually between 8-9, which only leaves me 1-2 hours at the most to get anything done. But then I have to factor in time to make dinner, take a shower, all that little stuff that adds up.

It doesn't help that I never sleep through the night either because my sinuses keep me from breathing or I have to piss 3-4 times- or I might be able to get up early and do stuff before work.

All you guys that have been working full time, have a family, and still race at a high level, let me know how the hell you do it. What am I missing?