rêvesperminute
we dream of jensie... and the peloton in general
we dream of jensie... and the peloton in general
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 running business, never mind trying to go uphill. There was a lot of falling over and rolling about on the ground except for Sylvain Chavanel who was sprinting majestically up the hill at full speed.
I don’t know what happened after that as it cut to a pet shop where my boyfriend insisted on buying a huge and heavy bag of dried cat food because it was such a bargain and I kept thinking “but we’ll have to take it on the plane home!”.
