The world is not at all how I expected it would be.
Number 1, the cheeky bugger got in first, thereby ruling out my epic preparations, my custom “mouton noir” jersey, my cueing up of Johnny Cash and June Carter singing Jackson for the illustrious Roobaix. Sigh. Lucky for me, I am an ebullient type and I am taking severe happiness as due compensation.
Number 2. I am hooked on the velonation twitter feed. And so, The Very First Thing I was reading this morning, even before my eyes were able to deal with the brightness of the damned i-had-a-life-once-but-now-i-just-have-an-i-phone, was that Cadel, the grumpiest man in cycling, had taken out a frickin exciting seventh stage. Get watching team. The man may have serious sooky pants, but he seriously won an old-school mud dirt and tears stage with nothing but jam tart. Oh, and possibly the kind of riding that sees him entitled to the spiffy world champion helmet.
Speaking of said helmet, I don’t know why but Bell helmets just always look cheap to me. This is a totaly unfounded criticism, but sometimes I just feel these things. There’s something really Aldi about them. Naturally, I do not actually believe that Cadel purchased his helmet at Aldi. But maybe on flybuy points. Who knows? Corporate sponsors work in mysterious ways.
(photocredit: velonation)
eleanor j jackson 
Nice one.