Well after last year’s epic romp up the Ventoux, I’m now officially addicted to L’Etape. In fact, I reckon it’s more worthwhile smashing over to France for L’Etape than for Le Tour.
It sure was delightful sitting campside in Canberra, not too cold, as the sun went down and the rider’s lights came on. Hundreds and hundreds of lights, white and red, merrily (cont)
I was given the (very dubious) honour of taking us off first. This involved one of the team holding my bike in a big straight with about 600 other people, and 600 of us running 500 metres (ostensibly to spread us out) to the bikes…
Just a reminder that I am racing the Scott 24 Hour race at Mt Stromlo (Canberra) this weekend with my good mate Matt and 2 dudes I have never met before.
To be honest, apart from opening weekend (no lifts open), I hadn’t snowboarded all season; frankly, I was really, really jaded. By the industry, by the whole thing.
So, it was a joy to head north once again with Mike B to rendezvous with an almight late September front deigned to smash the Australian Alps. I do have some funny video, which I’ll try and get up in the next week.
We awoke in the presence of divinity. The run was rising over Chamonix and its glaciers and it was just amazing. Like, TOTALLY AMAZING AND HUMBLING AND GROUNDING.
Well, I threatened it, and now it’s happening…BAM! This just happened (this just happening? Wow, English, much hard).
Since I returned from France, I’ve been beavering away like a ninja to get the Guide to Cycling in France ebook done. And now it’s done, and currently at the….