What did we do today? What was it like?
Tour of the Gila, the Gila Monster stage, which is like being woken up in the middle of the night and forced at gunpoint to run a marathon in 90 F.
How did I do?
I got 24th, which is, without question, my best UCI race ever, and maybe podium, my best day on a bike.
Quote of the day
“Nooooo. Not another bike race!”
My daughter has definitely had enough of seeing me get on a bike for a week.
“Can I make you a tortilla with a lukewarm hotdog for dinner, love?”
“I think I’d rather starve.”
Me to my wife on the road trip from Silver City to Albuquerque after the race. The dinner after the Gila Monster is sacred, and I wasn’t about to waste it on room temperature leftovers.
“That was a ride, man.”
Tryel to me immediately after I finished the Gila Monster Stage. When Tyrel compliments you, take it!
“Dude, you don’t need brakes on these turns.”
Dude in the group I was rolling to the finish with. I know, man – someday I’ll learn how to Bool.
“Did you guys pay up Peter for getting in the break?”
“He did not get seven minutes.”
Henry’s response to the team group chats after Peter got in the early break to try to unlock $100 from Henry.
“Lars, do you want another chicken nugget?”
My wife to Lars, who had somehow fallen asleep going over Emory pass, one of the twistiest roads I’ve ever been on, holding a half-eaten chicken nugget totally asleep.
“I like the way you die, boy.”
Throwback from the entire team watching Django during Joe Martin last year. It was rolling on a loop through my head all day.
What I hated about today
I could bitch about getting some cramps, or not climbing slightly better, or descending a little less like a runaway semi, but…whatever.