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By Christian Vande Velde, Liberty-Seguros Professional Cycling
No, I don’t have to go to work. Quite the opposite, but it still hurts.
They (Mondays) have to be much worse for NFL players, but I’m feeling like I put the pads on for a few quarters. Flying home right now thinking of my bed and what kind of state I left the apartment in.
And where is my car? I know that I parked it somewhere in Girona. I’m serious.
Do I have coffee in the house? Ah man it’s another holiday in Spain, so nothing will be open, so no milk for the coffee even if I do have beans.
I’ve grown pretty used to being taken care of for the last month, but it’s time for a change and this is a change I’m looking forward to. Well, okay… I’m not really looking forward to doing laundry.
Yesterday was a long day. We woke up a little earlier than usual and jumped on the TGV from Besançon to a suburb of Paris. So, we sat on the train for almost three hours and then tried to get up for the last race of the Tour.
My legs felt like wood in the neutral and I was thinking how nice it was that I didn’t have to be worried about an attack from the start. Then I looked up the road and saw Filippo Simieoni flying up the road. Next thing we know the pack is broken into a few pieces and some of us are really suffering and pissed off.
Lance unleashed the dogs on him and he was soon brought back in and put back and his cage. What an ass. “Grande juevos,” Igor said after this happened, but still an ass. It’s one thing if he and Lance want to have a little war and they hate each other. But when it starts affecting everyone else it kinda sucks.
It killed the moment, and it seems like there aren’t too many more moments like that these days, with all the directors yelling at there riders to attack from the gun. Anyway, once it all settled in, we then rode easy and were able to catch up with the guys that we have been sharing the road with for the last three weeks but haven’t necessarily said one word to. Maybe “hey” and a “get out of the way” and not many “how is the wife and kids?”
Speaking of that, I’m getting old. All my friends are having kids or have already had kids. Wasn’t it just last week that we were all riding our first Tour and talking about cars and girls? Now the “girls” we’re talking about are daughters and the cars? Guys are now comparing features on their new mini vans. I guess we’ll just live through Tom Boonen for now, with his Miss Belgium girlfriends and bragging about how he went through a tank a gas in 120 miles in his new Audi.
Sorry, got distracted. Where was I? Oh yeah… riding to Paris. Halfway through the race I thought that I was going to get dropped on the Champs. Then upon hitting the bricks I started to come around and stopped hurting and just had fun. Helped Allen out and the race was over before I knew it. Cleaned up, gave Leah a big kiss, hugged the parents, did a lap of the Champs, and had a good dinner with the family. And finis!
I don’t know if it was the longest month of my life or the fastest. Liège sure seems like it was ages ago and the Vuelta still seems years away, but I know that I’ll find myself on the starting ramp before I know it.
I’m doing Hamburg this Sunday and then the Tour of Holland after that. But I can’t even think of that yet. I’m gonna go look for some sleep, home cooked meals and my own car… that is if I can remember where I parked it.
Thanks for reading.