I’ve just arrived back home and the dam is starting to burst. I haven’t had the time or energy to think about much this past week, so whatever leaks out now I’ll write down. Be prepared, it could get ugly!
From the moment we hit Geneva last week it became evident that there were a few more people out there reading my drivel than just those who comment on this blog. Here are a few that I can remember.
- I had a fellow blogger come up to me at the beginning of the first stage in Geneva and call me the ‘Granddaddy of Haute Route Bloggers’. I took it as a compliment, till I started to wonder if he was talking about my age.
- Then, throughout the first few days of the race, my teammates would have riders telling them that they read their blog, thinking they were talking to me. Interestingly, this nearly never happened to me, the guy who does all the work!
- On the first climb of the first day a Norwegian guy said that a rider named Luc was looking for me. Luc is a frequent commentor on this blog and I finally got to meet him a few days later at one of the post-race briefings.
- I met other people I’d only known virtually, like Dane, a very strong Kiwi rider who was doing his 3rd Haute Route. I also got to say hi to ‘the girlfriend’ on the top of Bonette; the talented photo-blogger of LoveThyBike fame.
- And lastly, I had the chance to meet Jan Van Mieghem, a fellow Haute Route blogger whose comments you can see here, leading up to the event. Jan and I had similar ‘numbers’ this season and he figured we’d be pretty evenly matched in Haute Route. Turns out he was right, and we saw a lot of each other on the road, as well as the lunch table afterwards. He finished sandwiched in between Rob and I in 121st place in the overall standings. He probably would have done better if his bike hadn’t been stolen on the 2nd day, along with 10 other unfortunate riders. Here we are at the end of our suffering, on the Promenade des Anglais, smiles from ear to ear.
I knew this already, but blogging has certainly opened up a new world for me, and continues to do so, often behind the scenes and without my knowledge. I think I’ll keep at it for a while longer. There’s plenty of drivel left in this noggin.