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

Friday, August 10, 2007

Portugal- rest day

10 de agosta de 2007

The tour of portugal has turned out to be slightly different than I'd imagined. Everyone had said it was hard, but that's turned out to be a bit of an understatement. They go up the hills here so fast that you don't even have a chance to get in line. Yesterday I watched the finish on the tv from my hotel room. It was a finish atop a 4km 3rd category climb that featured a "field sprint" with the liberty seguros team leading out candido barbosa, aka barbacoa, at 45 km an hour on a hill of ~7%. I watched it and then thought about how I got dropped 2 km before the finish and yet barbacoa still had 2 guys to lead him out despite the fact that his entire team had been reeling back the break away for the past 30 km. Not to say that it's impossible or anything, maybe just not plausible... at all. Not to mention that the guĂ˝'s apparently 75 kilos and 5 foot 5.
The next day he won the "field sprint" atop a cat 2 climb to the finish. Perfectly reasonable.