I'm having a very stressful morning. I woke up, and Jon had already connected his laptop to the hotel TV via HDMI cable with the Tour playing. Excellent. Then, we walked the 1/2 block to the coffee shop (which is also a liquor store. At first I was surprised, but then realized it was BroCal that took me there). When I returned from the coffee, wine, and spirits gala, Ryan's dad Dean had made us pancakes. I sat down, ate a pancake, drank a coffee, and here I am watching the Tour day Francia.
|Nacer got dropped because he isn't wearing a skinflute|
Rewind a little bit. I arrived at the Denver airport and snuck up on Kennettron. BOO! Here are some pictures involving Kennett.
|This terribly taped cardboard box was not Kennett's?|
Speaking (showing) of creeper photos, here's another!
Jon re-applied hair gel before we went to dinner. Pimpin' aint easy.
If you hadn't figured out yet, I'm in Madison for the National Championships. I came in yesterday, I am racing the road race Friday, and I leave Saturday morning. In and out, just like a hitman.
I am motivated, fit and ready to pedal hard. And, luckily for me, I'm in Wisconsin not the Madison Square Garden. Sounds like a terrible place. I wouldn't go there if I knew the way.
Back to relaxing.
Maxin, chillin all cool.