Little Italian Guy on a Colnago

Slept rather badly last night. Perhaps it was the extra wine I had after (and during) dinner at Café Degas. So I woke up early and after considering the cost-benefit ratio involved in lifting myself out of bed, I went for it and got up. Eventually I found my way down to the basement with the laptop and spun the pedals for half an hour before the live Giro d' Italia coverage started on Cyclingfans.com. An hour later, dripping wet with sweat, I climbed off and settled in to see if the little Italian guy on the pretty Colnago would make it to the finish of the day's hilly stage without being caught. I have to admit, I tend to identify with those 120 pound Italian climbers like Sella. If only those carbon Colnagos were actually made in Italy. Sadly, that was about the high point of my day. The rest consisted of a drive to Baton Rouge to patch up the door of The Wife's mothers house that's been vacant for a few years now and had been broken into. With no electricity, it was a pretty lousy fix and I made The Wife promise she wouldn't tell anyone who had done it! By the time I was done my collarbone was achy, I was soaked with sweat, it was 4 pm and I was hungry.

So a bunch of the club guys are going to ride the Tour de La road race course tomorrow and I'm feeling really deprived about it. Why do these bones take so long to heal? On my way back from Baton Rouge I got a call from Kenny B. who said that the Herring guys were having a lot of bad luck up in ATL. First, the motor home they were driving up there broke down. There have been a number of crashes, and today Kenny crashed and broke his frame. Sounds like he didn't break any bones, at least. Frank and Bain also crashed. Bain crashed twice, once on his bike and once on Woody's bike, and ended up finishing on Frank's bike. Gina V. crashed today in DC. Seems like she just recovered from a bad crash a few weeks ago where she banged up her hip. What is it with all these crashes lately? I mean, we've had four broken collarbones/ shoulders this year just in our little club. That's decidedly odd. Oh well. Tomorrow is another day.....