The Euros Are Coming...

A field of over 110 pros, half of which had funny accents and stylish shoes, managed to totally destroy their brand new team bikes and flashy lycra super hero suits within a matter of 60 minutes. Some spots on the course features hub deep mud pits that sent me flying over the bars at least three times that I can remember.... you think I would have a doctor's degree in bike racing 101 by now.... Nope. Dr. Martini has a nice ring to it.



Speaking of bike racing 101.... yep this picture is me attacking Adam Craig, Ryan Trebon and associates, trying to bridge up to the leaders?!? As it goes with anything in life, if you look around and feel like you are in a little over your head, you probably are. I should have jumped on and relaxed instead of burning all my matches. But it sure was exciting while it lasted.



I don't know what they feed these Euros, but it is a whole 'nother ball game on the other side of the Atlantic. Nutella? I tried warming up behind Bart Brentjes before the race and I nearly passed out.



At least my skin feels soft and subtle from the exfoliating mud bath I took during the race.