rêvesperminute
we dream of jensie... and the peloton in general
we dream of jensie... and the peloton in general
Someone takes Twitter FAR too seriously.
Pro MTB rider Aaron Chase wants to kill me.
Or at least he does in my dream, and he took a couple of his MTB friends along to share the experience and sponsor Red Bull to film it.
Why does Aaron Chase want to kill me? For reducing his Twitter follower count when I tidied up my list. Apparently, (I discovered while he was chasing me around an un-named City trying to hack me to bits with a knife), I jinxed his upcoming MTB event by making his follower count exactly the same as his unlucky number.
Brian Lopes was there, (shirtless, of course), and was encouraging Aaron to finish me off because I took the mickey out of his dislike for shirts.
I woke up before there was any resolution. Not the most satisfying end to the dream.
Scene: breakfast cafe set up on the Mur, which was near Niagara Falls; Mom, Dad, sister, & I were waiting for the mini-train to Disneyland proper, and there was a bit of a queue.
Mom & sis were unimpressed that we were breakfasting on a hallowed place in cycling lore.
Behind our table was a handwritten ‘Tom Boonen was here’ in cheap imitation Delft tile with a cartoonish character on a bike.
Hanging by the tile was a tapestry that was meant to evoke the Lion of Flanders, but it was Texas A&M maroon & white (N.B. I am not an Aggie). And there was no Lion. I dipped the back of the tapestry in glue so I could paste it on a wall, then realized that was a bad idea. So I walked around gently waving the tapestry, letting the glue dry.
I was set to take a picture of the Tom Boonen commemorative tile, to send out as a tweet, but then I woke up.
I dream that I was reading twitter (yes yes…) and was busy having a discussion about Frank Schleck being a total scamp for heading to Britain to see little bro Andy instead of waiting in Luxembourg for Martine and daughter Leea to return home from Italy. Apparently Andy was training in Britain. Naturally.
Then there was something to do with Benat Intxausti but I don’t remember anything more than that.
(Background to this is the Radioshack site article in which Frank stated that Martine & Leea were waiting for him at the stage end on the day he abandoned the Giro and were still in Italy while he had already zoomed home.)
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)
