To see what the hell happens.
Last night was so amazing that I was unable to write today, due to a mixture of awe and total freaking exhaustion. I had to wash my sheets, because I seem to be spending a lot of time in bed watching the tour on my laptop and eating unplanned snacks. I had a poetry gig before the stage and was feeling the odd combination of fatigue and adrenalin that comes after performing. What followed was crazy exciting and amazing. If you were watching last night, you’ll know that it was unbefreakinglievable good fun. Attack attack mechanical excitement mountain hilling climbing charging alpe go cadel cadel frank you wheel sucking dullard.
(via cyclingtips)
It was something else. And if we are to be frank (not Andy) with each other, I am not really wanting to write anything write now, but I need to do something to stay awake. Because a TIME TRIAL BORES ME STUPID, but this one I am totally watching.
*the only good thing about time trials is that there are a few times that do some sweet customised helmet action.
eleanor j jackson 