The Giro makes us want to ride. It makes us want to skip work and put our lives on hold. It makes us realize that the highways here are much too wide. Somehow soulless.
The Tour of California time trial is playing in the background as I type this. Phil and Paul are talking about the rides at Six Flags.
There are no villas to point out.
No castles or crowd.
I suppose that we are all the Vanguard here in the US. Getting our information from pirated websites. Using proxy servers and watching broken feeds of races occurring on the other side of the world. There's a certain romance to it at times. Being the underdog.
Go ride this weekend, knowing that you're on the front line.
Belgian spies, each and every one of us, gathering intel to help plan our attack. We'll turn the world to mud and gravel. Build giant velodromes in our football stadiums, and force Harley Davidson to make derney bikes.