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

Tuesday, September 18, 2007


Bennecourt, FRANCE
Tuesday, September 18, 2007

It’s just like Greenville here. Rock the chair and walk the poodle, while evaluating the taste of authentic sausage, cheese and wine… listening to SKYROCK instead of the chronic.
There’s a lot that’s transpired since the arrival of the one in France for the route of the future. I guess it took about 8 days too long for me to get my legs under me, although I suppose it wouldn’t have mattered having missed the break that got the 6.5 minutes. Fortunately Craig was riding well and got in that break. You may think it’s lucky that he got in that move, but it’s not. I could cover every attack and still miss the one that sticks to the end. Guys like Craig and Danny cover 2 moves and get in the right one every time. I think Craig held out for 6th or 7th, which is stellar at an event like the tour de l’Avenir.
Here in Bennecourt a lot doesn’t happen. If you’re familiar with the Normandy region, you know what it’s like. Basically it’s flat, but wherever a river runs a valley is formed. So it becomes relatively flat with these rolling hills that can and tend to be of a grade that’s uncomfortable on a bike or barefoot or whatever. At the moment the weather stays fair, but the season at once calls for a turn towards rain and mushrooms ‘n stuff… But I’m only here until the 24th when I take the plane over to some town in Germany for Oktoberfest- returning home September 30th via Lufthansa.
Of course, “I’m sorry that the French aren’t innovative, and they have to listen to English music… you can put the blame on u.s.”