I just ate that burger and I feel better already.
The fix was in this morning when the Black and the Orange showed up just as we slackers were pulling our bikes from our vehicles. The rest of this story is so predictable it could write itself.
Apparently I am not so extraneous as that so I will give you the crib notes. Big Worm roughed us up right out of the gate with a bruising pace, then he turned it over to the young wolf, Wrecking Ball Jr, or Hard-Core whichever you prefer. The kid is like 14 or 19 or something and he went off the leash like Cujo and finished what his Uncle Big Worm started. I hung on (more or less) and went home looking for that step I lost in Pisgah. It wasn’t under the couch or rolling around in the dryer vent so I went with the last good advice I got here on the BRC- “Eat a damn hamburger already.”
How about that bike race over in France? I haven’t said a word about it on here, but that’s just so I don’t jinx my main man Thomas Voeckler. You thought I was a Schleck fan you say? Ask me tomorrow.