Hope may ride again but there's no hope for triathletes

Last Saturday night Lance Armstrong lead a ride through the streets of Hollywood. It was a two mile epic down Sunset and my Spidey Sense told me to make sure my camera's battery was charged.

Out of all the kooks in attendance the triathlete faction made sure it was well represented by this gal.

A two mile ride at a pace a couple steps quicker than your average marching band is just the sort of ride for which Cervelo P3 was designed. Of course a triathlete's only bike would be a P3 because why would they need another bike if all they do is train for and compete in triathlons? And of course they'd pull it out of they garage to ensure a sketchy ride is as sketchy and dangerous as it can be. All I gotta say is you know it's bad when the average brakeless fripster runs from a triathlete faster than they run from a pair of loose fitting pants.

At least she went as deep as possible by pulling out the compression socks for optimum muscle support. I just hope she didn't spike her heart rate over LT before making it to Vine Street cause that would just throw a huge wrench into her training program.