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we dream of jensie... and the peloton in general
we dream of jensie... and the peloton in general
I dreamt I went to the Velodrome with William Fotheringham to watch the racing. He was so lovely and kind and gentlemanly and diffident, I fell in love with him a little bit. I told him he could come and stay at our house whenever he liked.
I dream of Fabs (always)…
It was during a race and I had managed to get into the teams area, a private area where fans weren’t supposed to be able to go. I had my camera with me and was pretending to take pictures of innocuous things, and all at once I was surrounded by people who had also gotten into this private section even though they weren’t supposed to.
Event organizers started herding everyone out and I suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder. Convinced I was in trouble, I looked up to find Fabian Cancellara was the one holding me by the shoulder. Flabbergasted, I started to say something to apologize for being where I shouldn’t be, but one of the organizer’s people was reaching to grab my arm and drag me away.
At that moment, Fabian waved the guy off, saying “No, she can stay here. I want to talk to her.” The whole time his hand was slowly moving to the back of my neck, giving me shivers. “My roomie and I are being interviewed.”
Benna popped his head out of the team bus then and started waving the guy off, too. “Si, si - vogliamo parlare con lei!”
Fabian looked at me and smiled. His fingers were toying with my hair at the nape of my neck and I was shivering all over by then. “Dai, andiamo,” he said and showed me the way onto the bus.
We sat in the back of the bus, Fabian and Benna on either side of me on the bench seats they have there. I just felt warm all over and excited to be there, with a million questions to ask them.
I didn’t get the chance, though.
I recently dreamed of being a male rider in the peloton (which is odd because I’m female). I was just one of the guys, riding, feeling anxious about the fact we were all so close together, going so fast on a gradual climb. When we reached the summit I watched the group stream out ahead of me and realized I was surrounded by a bunch of climbers who were going slower because the descent was dangerous.
I wanted to go faster, so I started riding hard, threading past the cars on the curves to try and catch up to the leaders. I could feel the wind rushing past, cold enough to numb me in spite of the fact it was sunny, and it was so exhilarating my heart was pounding when I woke up.
For the rest of the day, nothing compared to that.
I was at a race somewhere… Frank and Andy were giving autographs, so I was standing in front of Andy and I asked for an autograph. He looked at me and smiled, then he said yes of course on one condition: and in the next second I was sitting next to Andy Schleck in my kitchen forming meatballs. THE END.
I was getting married with Franky and after the wedding we were on the way to our holidays. So we were driving one next to the other as Frank was faster than me then we were stopping because there was a lot of water on the road and we were looking at each other and we realised that we were fishes so we jumped in the water telling ourselves we are fishes and no-one can stop us. And then I woke up.
I dreamt that Andy Schleck came to my hotel to train for the Vuelta a Espana and we hung out a bit and he asked me to train with him! Best - dream - ever.
Last night I dreamt the peloton were on stage doing “Riverdance”, and their cycling cleat shoes were making a heck of a noise.
A race with no name, it wasn’t a team time trial but all members of the same team were riding together as if it was. There was a level crossing over a chasm in which there so no actual road but four large bands of fabric, widely spaced. This made it tricky for bikes (strangely enough) and Team NetApp nearly came a cropper with Cesare Benedetti almost falling through one of the gaps. He saved it well with the help of a teammate and everyone smiled. David Harmon was very pleased.
I decided I should congratulate him via twitter but at this point my dream cut to me back at my accommodation for the race writing him a postcard to comment on his dramatic moment.
(Mail often known for being swifter than tweets. Ahem)
MyDream last night:my Kids past me walking while i was doing a Uphillinterval!!!Didn’t know they could walk that fast….
Had a weird dream Roberto Chiappa had opened a catering truck with his wife last night… bizarre.
