Because my post titles are so lame I decided to bust out with the 1964 mary poppins. It’s getting hot and humid here in CT. Starting to get some training in the legs and I’m leaving Wednesday for the second annual Mike Jones training camp. This years edition is being held up in classy Binghamton,NY. I’m sure they’re will be a press release and photo-ops for all interested media in the coming days. Found Rat Beek laying around ruining more stuff again.  Finally beat the jet ski pretty good the other day, also had the pleasure of having my 5 foot vessle boarded by the US CoastGaurd. “I didn’t do anything wrong” was the first thing out of my mouth, but I did.  I was 100yards close to a large frieght boat in the Long Island sound and aparently, ship boat captins can’t navigate in front of them when we are jumping the wakes in the back of them? Why doesn’t that make sense? I also didn’t have a whissle, so I got a warning. I wasn’t doing anything that was dangerous to anyone and the worst part was someone actually drown around the same time we were being “boarded.” The next day was just as eventful, i did my first group ride in months and some motorist tried to take the ride off the map perminently. I would rate this guy above average in his techniques used for this perticular incident of road rage. He did what I call a “breezer” which is where someone comes so close to your arm that you can feel the heat radiating from their car, once a few of us objected to the breezer, this clown put his pick-up into the sand and kicked everything he could into our faces like the true loser he was. I caught up with him a little ways down the road at his house and after some chatting about how he almost killed me and six other guys I told him he was wrong. This is the deal though, why do I bother even trying to talk to that guy? It should have been aparent to me that he just wants to be an idiot and the fact that he got to have a confrontation with me just adds to his satisfaction. The truth is, I get pissed when people drive like idiots and 98% of the time I let it go. This time, just up the road they’re were a couple kids riding bmx bikes with their dad going to the country store and it hit me how dangerous this guy actually was. My favorite qoute, the one which made me call the 5-0 was that he was going to hit me next time he saw me. What a true waste of space. thats what I got for this one.