Life On Two Wheels

Along the river and toward the mountains a morning shadow shimmers across the road. The rays of the first light jet through the trees and across a figure gliding upon the road. His breath trails in short spurts, petrified as it hits the icy air. All is quiet except the slight sound of the athlete as he summons himself for yet another days work. Soon the rest of the world will bustle with life as well and the brief simplicity of cyclist and nature will disappear into the everyday struggle of life in full motion; the errands and intervals, the appointments and intersections, and the deadlines and finish lines OutPaceTheRace

Thursday, January 26, 2006

Girona the 27th of Jan '05

We got in a little more riding today with a 3 and a half hour ride through some of the sweetest terrain I've ever rode. The roads are perfectly smooth, the climbs are great and the cars drive how cars should around cyclists. This is Europe how I've always heard it was. The church on the hill, the bell ringing every half hour, the little towns in the country etc., etc.
I rode the new carbon race bike today, it's very light, not so stiff and full Dura-ace. It has its issues, but I hope to get them fixed before the first races.
The time change is getting to me a little here too. Waking up at 3:00am and expecting it to be six and getting tired after lunch is a little different, but I'll hopefully get adjusted pretty soon here.