Friday morning I was in Idaho:
Saturday morning I was pre-riding the Philly course (that’s Tayler):
Monday morning I was driving back to the Philly airport:
Not as glamorous as you might think:
And by Monday afternoon, I was messing around in a drainage ditch in Oklahoma with Dan:
Never a day the same!
This all got me to thinking: how many places have I actually been this year?
I went (these are all final destinations) Orlando, Qatar, California, Atlanta, Belgium, Orlando, California, Orlando, North Carolina, Orlando, California, Orlando, Georgia, Orlando, New Mexico, Orlando, Atlanta, Idaho, Philadelphia, and finally to Tulsa, Oklahoma.
I also counted twenty DIFFERENT beds, not counting the baggage claim in Minneapolis/St. Paul airport where I spent a grimy 8 hours sleeping with my feet on my suitcase the day after the Sea Otter Classic.
So here’s how Philly went for us:
I saw a lot of Crashes! Literally 200m into the race, a tire blew out and the girl riding it slid across the dry pavement. About three k later, I watched a girl totally NAIL a giant orange cone head-on. On the second or third lap, as we were going into the town before Manayunk, the road forked. The girl must not have been paying attention on the first two laps and had swerve sharply (yet slowly) to make it onto the left side of the fork. She got T-boned by someone next to me. These are what I call eye-rolling crashes because, if you could see under my Oakleys, I’d be rolling my eyes. More likely, It’s a mental eye roll because I usually pay attention to what’s in front of me. They didn’t happen because of aggressiveness, a bad course, or bad weather conditions, they happened because girls were either not paying attention or scaring themselves into crashing when they could have kept it up. I almost saw a couple girls eat it on the downhill because of the pot holes and bumps in the road. Simon says this course is more fun to drive than Flanders because you actually can “get air” with the team car on the descent.
Anyway, we won the QOM competition which was good, but it wasn’t what we were going for. We all came back to the tent with shelled expressions on our faces. I felt more tired after 2.5 hours of that than I did after five days of the Exergy Tour! Funny what jet-lag will do to you. I’d been pretty out of it leading into the race, too.
Story time: I had to fly with my race bike to Philly. Nikki told me I should wash it before we left, so since she’s my boss, I went to go wash and pack it right away even though I was in the middle of making pasta. Well, I packed my bike, coming into the house every so often to put the pasta in the pot, stir it, strain it, and eat it. When I finished, I happened to have the bowl in one hand, and my skewers in another. I put the bowl in the dishwasher, and went to head out to the garage when I realized I no longer had my skewers. Had I really just…
Yes, I went back to the dishwasher and there, next to the utensils, were my skewers.
I need these few days off.