Wednesday, Oct. 15
The unclothed projectile that nearly was
We had a tough ride last night with some of the best cyclists on the team; it was a struggle to keep up. In contrast, the 50-mile ride this morning through Arkansas was the best yet. We started before sunrise with lights on our bikes, and, traveling northeast, had a beautiful view of the sun rising over misty farmland. It was cold, about 40 degrees, but otherwise great. I felt as if I could ride forever.
An amusing moment of the day came about two hours after the morning ride. I was lying on the massage table in the front room of our team bus, directly behind the driver. The bus stopped short, and I must have slid about three feet down the table, feet first toward the windshield.
If I had actually been propelled out of the window, I probably would not have worried about the fact that I was totally naked under the sheet (for the massage), but the idea of a naked missile was pretty funny. Although, maybe you had to be there to appreciate it.
Thursday, Oct. 16 -- Crossing the Mississippi and getting stronger
