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BMC have consistently under achieved and Allan Peiper has been brought in to improve the team. From what I've heard, Blythe is talented but doesn't apply himself like he should so presumably they've decided to get rid of him.
This NFTO team has my British pro team with ambition but no money senses tingling.
Still seems odd timing; if he has a year to go on his contract are they still going to have to pay him? Are they making space for a new rider? Given how late it is in the season and how many riders, winning riders, can't find places, it just feels like there is more to it than has been revealed. He's dropped down 2 levels which will make it much harder for him to come back up again than if he had dropped down to Pro Continental.
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What's going on here?
http://www.cyclingnews.com/news/blythe-out-of-bmc-and-signs-for-nftoHe's gone from being Gilbert's friend, training partner and valued domestique to being 'let go' and dropping from World Tour to Continental level with one year still left on his contract.
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Funny you should mention that Ed.
Of all the bounties that 'the forum' has bestowed perhaps the most bountiful has been getting up close and personal with the picaresque horror show that is our friend Skully's day to day.
I was reading through a collection of Stephen Fry's shopping lists recently and was reminded of the first time I met Skully. Though not, in a conventional, or unconventional, sense, an educated man Skully did occasionally have a stab at self improvement. It would be nice to think that that was one of the few times where 'have a stab at' was not a literal description of his behaviour, but sadly, no,.
Anyway, around the time I met him Skully had chanced upon the word sesquipedalian and, seeing a larger vocabulary as a stepping stone out of the gutter, had taken to using it in almost every other sentence. So a tardy bar maid would become a 'sesquipedalian cow', an attentive parking attendant a 'sesquipedalian bastard' and so on. The actual meaning of the word seemed to matter not one jot. Now I like an obscure word as much as the next man, especially if that next man is Robert Robinson, but after a few days it got a bit tiring. Later I would realise that his reaction to my mild compliant was, by his standards, restrained though at the time it seemed almost designed to put the Inquisition to shame. Anyway at least it stopped him berating the homeless as 'sesquipedalian tossers' and I was back on my feet in less than two months.
Skully disappeared shortly after that, as did several charity collection cans that I'd been storing in the larder, and it was a while before he resurfaced again. When he did he had taken up cycling and a whole new chapter began. -
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change. Lets look to the other countries that have done it right, not to people who think cycling proficiency is the key to the future of London bike safety.
]I do wish people would stop with this inane and infertile polarisation, a product solely of their imaginations. There is no answer, there are several, and I don't know any one involved in cycle training who makes the exaggerated claims for it that its detractors do, just so that they can then knock them down.
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I maintain that getting in the cab of a lorry is pointless.
The only problem with that is you are wrong. Asking people to imagine blind spots or look at diagrams is nowhere near as effective as getting them to see the road from the driver's seat. It shocks people, it shocks people who think they know, it really shocks people who have never considered the danger before.
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If contraception could be relied on, maybe. Children born from incest are at huge risk of getting two copies of damaged recessive genes, so it's irresponsible to risk conception of such children.
.Relying solely on this argument would, though, put you in the interesting position of suggesting that gay incest is ok. Which it may be, but good luck putting it forward for debate.
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Is that right? I seem to recall it being an example of Engrish/bizarre translation on a Create/Unipack marketing website?
What would you know? Really, you know as much about this as you do about everything else which is the cube root of less than fuck all. I was going to say you're as thick as pig shit but you make pig shit look like Miso soup. It's a wonder you can get out of bed in the morning without tripping over your own feet and breaking your neck. That's assuming you managed to make it in to your own bed the evening before and aren't still wandering round town like the village idiot that you so resemble in speech and visage. It's not bad enough that you sound like an idiot you also have to have an idiot's face, as blank as an unglazed dinner plate but with less evidence of cogent thought behind it. And two eyes like piss holes in the snow with fewer flickers of wit than you would find in the gaze of an average corpse or an average food blogger.
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I have a lot of sympathy for how you feel Adroit. No bad driving is as depressing and despair-inducing as the bad driving you see around groups of small children. Though you seem to have had more, and worse, examples in a week than I have had in a year or two.
I try to remember the driving, the majority of driving, that is courteous, patient and safe, the smiles and the thumbs up that drivers give and the passers by who stop to say what a good thing it is that we are doing. And the enjoyment and benefit the children get from it.
But I know how you feel.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-24779908