In dream I was married to Matthew Busche but was having an affair with Ben King. Uncle Johan was NOT happy about it! Johan sent me to McQuaid. It was actually @UCI_Overlord. He didn’t care who I was sleeping with, just mad it wasn’t him.
I was riding in a team car next to a breakaway Jens Voigt was in. His kit was an urban camouflage pattern. Jure Kocjan (Team Type 1) and several other riders were also there. Jens attacked and I was leaning through the window, shouting, banging the side of the car not unlike Madiot. I realised I was wearing the Cleanbottle outfit. At the same time red and white water bottles started raining from...
stage race organiser
OK, dream-interpreters - explain this… Really odd dream last night. I was organising a multi-day stage race but instead of having stage towns, each stage started and stopped at the river source nearest to a stage town regularly used by other famous races. The reason for this was to make some joke based on the term “Rundfahrt,” the logic behind the joke never becoming apparent in...
team sky/ karsten kroon
Boys will be boys My dad, my brother and my neighbour from where I grew up were going to a three day conference. Right before they left, it turned out that in fact they were simply going to a strip club, but this revelation did not seem to bother my mum much, and she sent them off with a sort of ‘boys will be boys’ attitude. To get to the conference / strip club they managed to score...
vincenzo nibali/ ivan basso
I was in my front garden happily playing with my niece (who in real life is now 17). Nibali and Basso drove up in a big black car, and were dressed like undertakers. They needed me to tell them the fees for something, which although it wasn’t my job I said I would help. So Nibali followed me into my home office upstairs, while Basso stayed just outside the office door. Suddenly Nibali...
dan lloyd / david millar
I am sitting on a grass verge, looking down on a Tarmac road up a steep hill. The surface is wet and slippery, and crumbling. The riders appear. One of them is a lad who works in Royles bike shop in Wilmslow. They all fall, apart from Dan Lloyd, who speeds up the hill. I am impressed by him selecting the correct racing line, and give him a strawberry iced ring doughnut with rainbow sprinkles that...
Worlds colliding I was seeing Nicolas Anelka, who I never considered very attractive, but in the dream he was very nice to me, so there’s that. We were seated in my grandparents’ living room. I’m not sure who ‘we’ were, there were lots of people there (but not Anelka), and we weren’t cyclists, nor footballers or journalists. I think maybe we were working for...
What goes up Tom Boonen was rolling down a descent backwards, with his right leg stretched out behind him, as if dealing with cramp. On commentary, Phil Liggett was reminding us that Tom used to ride for Lance Armstrong’s US Postal team.
beñat intxausti / alberto contador
I was in the Basque Country on the Euskotren to Amorebieta (which is, probably not coincidentally, the home town of Beñat Intxausti). When I got there it was actually the Olympics and I was in my volunteer uniform. There was a big building with a notice on the door saying ‘Italian and Spanish riders inside’. Naturally I threw myself at the door but a big burly security guy threw me...
Inglourious Basterd I’m in a dark place and scared. Male voices echo towards me from a distance and I realize I’m in a big building, like a warehouse. The voices are speaking German. Moonlight is streaming in from a window high above. The voices stop and I hear footsteps coming towards me. I want to run, but where? I don’t even know where I am, and it’s so dark I can’t see anything. The footsteps...
I was on holiday in Norway to watch a bike race (I don’t even know what city, just the land of Edvald). I was at the top of a hilly street when they all came round the corner at the bottom…without their bikes. There had been a crash somewhere and people were continuing the stage as a foot race. They were still wearing their cycling shoes and most were struggling with the whole...
Had a dream that I met Chiara Passerini at a coffee house. No Cadel, but Lil’ Man was there. Hardest part was pronouncing her first name. Couldn’t get her name right so I told my BF ‘This is Cadel’s wife!’ She didn’t take off her sunglasses but was friendly.
jens voigt/ thor hushovd
i was a racer for bmc’s development team (as a girl, but there were other girls too). we were photoshooting, an official tableau picture. my teammates were in the official casual clothes, but i was in my cycling kit, because i hadn’t got that pack, so i turned to my directeur sportif to fix this problem. my DS was Jens Voigt. [CUT] i was at a race, i think it was a TT. Thor Hushovd...
I was an amateur ballroom dancing contestant, waiting backstage. My dance partner was to be none other than world renowned ballroom dancer Denis Menchov. We were to do the Viennese Waltz. However, I made us late for our entrance as I did not have a proper costume to wear. He was clad in a forest green unitard, with rhinestones across the chest. Because I had no proper costume, he went on to...
Working out I was working out in a hotel workout room - one of those smallish ones which always seem to be at the end of a corridor, with mirrored walls to make the room look bigger. I was exercising on a recumbent bike, watching a television in the corner of the room. I was so focused on the TV and on my efforts on the bike, I didn’t notice when someone came in. He started working out on...
This is my dream. I was on the phone to Cadel Evans. He was at the TdF, we were arranging to go for a ride the next day. I mentioned to him that I was going paragliding that evening & he said he’d always wanted to do that & asked if he could meet me at the beach bar near the paragliding place afterwards. So I went paragliding & it was great fun, then I went to the bar afterwards....