Had a dream about Pierre Rolland last night, winning the Tour of Britain and personally thanking me! I was a podium girl.
Iljo Keisse was sitting on a tube train oblivious that his dick was sticking out. Except it was an octopus’ tentacle instead of a dick. Oh, and he was reading the paper. The Guardian, I think it was.
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Rock on, Schlecks… Had a dream that Frank & Andy Schleck auditioned for American Idol. Everyone was making a huge deal over the fact that they were singing individually instead of together!
I dreamt that I’d talked my way into a Tour de France team. I can’t recall which one. Despite weighing at least 3 stone more than anyone else on the team no-one seemed to notice me on the team bus. It was a mountain stage (appropriate as I was riding the 2010 Etape soon afterwards) and I remember my ability to go uphill in a dream far exceeding my ability to do so in real-life. Phillipe Gilbert...
I dreamed recently that I went to see a gig performed by a band that had Marianne Vos as lead guitarist/singer - turned out she was as good at that as she is at riding her bike.
More than SSWC: The details are a bit fuzzy, but my dream about Heather Irmiger was a web of intersecting story lines that included fixies, post-race shenanigans, and new tattoos to celebrate and memorialize our hijinks and hilarity.
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I was supposed to be going for a training ride with Frank and Andy. We were sitting around drinking pre-ride tea. Some kind of weird Euro tea, like fennel or something. I was getting nervous.
I can’t remember much detail, except the incredible strength of his thighs, and his unbelievably muscly arse. Sigh…
Windswept mountainside. In the dark. We made love (I remember the ground being a bit rocky). It was amazing. But I got pregnant! We then had to work out how he was going to tell Lore he was leaving her for me :)
Marcel’s woman ran away so he invited me to his bed instead. I remember his body vividly. I awoke smiling.
I had his bike at the TdF. No idea about the rest of it except I woke up laughing.
I had a dream about Thor Hushovd once. He was begging me to be his girlfriend. I told him to get lost.
juan antonio flecha
I dreamt flecha’s brother was named “cha cha” and it was cracking me the fuck up. In the dream I kept saying “cha cha flecha!” and woke myself up laughing.
A balmy summer evening in Bourg D’Oisans, at the foot of Alpe D’Huez. ITV cycling pundit Ned Boulting and I wander the cobbled streets in cutoffs and sandals, holding hands, pointing things out to each other and laughing. I can still feel the warmth of the air, and hear happy people sitting outside restaurants, chatting and laughing. It was so unbearably romantic. Normally I wake up smiling from...
I turn up to collect David Millar and his mum. They live in a little council flat on quite a rough estate; David has an enormous P Diddy-style entourage. I cram as many of them as possible into the Zafira – it’s a good job it has seven seats! – and give them a lift to the park.