Saturday turned out to be a much better day for some than others. For me, it was great. Slept in late, went for a ride with the FPG (a little longer than we meant to be – there’s a turn on the loop at her parent’s house that I always screw up, so we were out for a little longer than intended), then off to the beach for some base work (am I doing too much base work on the savage tan? – it’s probably time for some intervals) and back to the house for cocktails. A brief check of the emails gave some pretty terrible news – my team had experienced several gravity storms throughout the day and many were lying in hospital. YIKES. El Ocho managed to break his collarbone at the Chantilly (pronounced Shon-TEE) crit, while some of our juniors had been wiped out in the Nationals road race. What a way for the Och to follow up his stellar rides in PA last weekend! The road rash from my “epic” 8 mile an hour crash turning onto Macarthur on Thursday suddenly seemed a lot less painful than it had. Get better soon, lads.
Sunday’s Tour stage was pretty epic indeed. The Chicken (whose nickname apparently has nothing to do with his chicken legs) was just great. He is one that I’d like to see do well for many reasons – he’s odd and funny, and it would be great to “replace” the last Danish yellow jersey with a new one. That last climb up to Tignes was just stunning scenery. One thing I couldn’t stand to see was the way the Valverde/Moreau/Mayo group was acting. They looked like a bunch of Cat 4’s out there. Moreau kept putting it out there but all anyone would do is roll up to him and sit on. Valverde was riding like a freaking sally. LAME! Especially since he is on my fantasy team, which is getting horribly whipped, and I need points badly. To that end, my team did not disappoint at all on Sunday, as I had first, second and fourth on the stage, with some other good results as well. Rasmussen in yellow and polka dots for a good long spell will rocket me up the standings.
It was good to see Mayo put down a hard attack and gap them, but clearly the riders in that group think a lot of Moreau’s GC chances, as when Mayo went they just waved “bye bye” to him. Although the chase group behind wound up staying back, every rider in that group except Moreau and Mayo deserved to get caught and dropped.
Speaking of the chase group behind, how freaking boring is Levi Leipheimer? Leipheimer clearly means “sackless bastard” in his native land. He needs to watch the movie “Get Rich or Die Tryin’” a few times.
Looking forward to the Giro di Coppi at the end of the week, where I will play domestique for some of our guys who have great chances in this one. We have the breakaway threats, we have the strong finishers, we’ve got it all. What we don’t have is numbers, so I will have to be real judicious in what I try to cover and what I let go. In any case, it will be the first time I’m in a real race with 3’s, so we’ll see how it goes.