This post was written by Peter Stetina on April 16, 2009
I had a lonely Easter, raced a 3 day stage race with Sunday being a 2-a-day in the French Ardennes. Nothing sucks more than getting up at 6am, racing 80k, showering, eating, racing 80k, driving home at 7pm. Promoter shoulda just made it a 160k day.
Got home and devoured a chocolate Bunny (actually never had one before, always just little eggs), and then Monday morning hardboiled some real eggs and colored on them with dry erase markers, because, well, I’m a sentimental guy.
Raced the Cote Picardie u23 World Cup yesterday. Attacked on the last climb, but I was antsy and went too early, setting the Russian up to counter me and win. I’m frustrated with my tactics lately, but the strength is there. I ditched the kinesio-tape at the last second for fear of even worse tan lines.
Before the race we went walking, on the beach town. There were some cool trinket shops. One had the biggest assembly of gnomes/gremlins/children of death things I’d ever seen.
Everyone knows Mini-Phinney likes balls, big balls. I hear Chuck Norris cut off his own balls and got the sex change operation because he saw big Taylor’s are.
Then it lightning’ed over the water at night, lighting everything up. Cool. The next day; race day; was beautiful.
Singing rain rain go away, please dont come on Saturday,
-Pete
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