Wednesday, March 2, 2011

TdA Stage 37. Everybody Must Get Stoned.

128km. Yabello to Well Camp.

I was remarking about how I had no hassle from the kids today just as Paul-from-Edmonton rolled in, remarking how he got hit with sticks by a group of teen-aged boys. I used to think that the phrase 'sticks and stones will break my bones, but names will never hurt me' was ridiculous because, well, who uses sticks and stones? I had never contemplated that these were exactly the things that the kids in Ethiopia used.

Francis-the-Postman bought a coke from a local today and nearly lost an eye. It started with a warm coke being shaken and tossed around a little in transport and then left to bake in the afternoon sun. I guess that Francis-the-Postman didn't hear the champagne-bottle-like pop released by a few other supercharged bottles being opened by other riders. And I'm not sure what sort of technique it is to hunch right over the top of a bottle that you are about to open. But, when these three storms collided, it was *POP* followed by Francis-the-Postman bent over squealing and pushing his hand against his eye. I hope that he's ok! Holy shit, it still makes me laugh out loud to think of it. But, seriously, I do hope that he's ok.

Although it was not in the plan at any time during the day, it turns out that I had the second fastest time today (riding mostly solo). This is particularly exciting to me as I have been feeling like the guys have been getting stronger at a much faster rate and that somehow I have been left behind. Maybe just a lucky day, but it feels great!

1 Comments:

Blogger Sharon said...

Happy to read that you are not currently being considered a 'moving target'. Your blogs provide enough detail to create some pretty interesting visuals in my mind. Nice to know your riding time went well for you today........tctsttys

March 4, 2011 at 8:22:00 AM MST  

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