I can’t wait to see how many unsuspecting people land on this article because of the title. Joke’s on them!
The day had to come, I suppose.
I went down to the cave, dragged up the indoor trainer to the apartment, dusted it off, found that stupid skewer I lose every year, chose my ‘sweat towel’ for the next few months, sparked up one of the many races I missed on ‘TV’ (the computer – I don’t own the other thing) this year, and proceeded to re-discover how hard it is to hold 100 RPMs for 50 minutes. But here’s the thing:
I liked it. It’s inexplicable, I know, but I did.
In other news, Myself, John, Erik, Anne and Karsten have all managed to get ourselves registered for next year’s Etape du Tour. I had three computers running to try and game the system, but it still took 3 hours. Hope you all had better luck.