Riding through the heat
So here's a quintessential first-world problem. Greg and I are out on a ride together, heading out from the Peet's in Russian Hill towards the Golden Gate. As we spin through the city streets, I keep hearing this disturbing *clunk* as I go over bumps. I was worried something was about to fall off, so we pulled over.
Turns out my seatbag had moved a bit, and my CO2 cartridge was hitting my carbon-fiber seat post. Now that's the soul of cycling, my friends. Keepin' it real.
Anyway, we got an early start and climbed the Headlands before work yesterday. It was hotter than it ever gets in the City - probably already 85 as we rolled out. Riding past the Marina Green we noticed the big flag hanging perfectly motionless. Climbing up Cozelman, took off my helmet and strapped it to the bars as sweat poured off me. We don't see conditions like that but maybe twice a year.
My stomach was acting weird on the climb back over the hill - maybe the heat, maybe the big plate of fried chicken the night before. We did an extra loop around the Presidio to Sea Cliff and as we turned back for home, I got my legs and felt like riding for the rest of the day. Instead, I sat in an office and omnigraffled.
Le Tour starts in a week. My money has Landis on the podium. Any takers?
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Yeah - I think I'm going to get one of them CO2 things, that tiny pump takes too much effort.
I think Floyd will take it as well.
I'm taking Ullrich.
Yeah, Basso, Ulrich, and Floyd. No idea what order. Though to be honest, I'd love to see Evan get the double.
Who is going to lead the Discovery squad this year? Popo and not George, right?