Brunswick Cycling Club

Ciao,

The National Team young’uns (Tiffany, Carlee and Peta) with a combined age < 60, have gone home to meals of greater variety and normal gal fun - kids these days, who knows what they’re up to…

Me on the other hand, with 13 sleeps to go, well, I’m limiting my fun to a few small geographic regions of Italy: the single bed, the bike, and the square metre just anterior to the fridge. Sure, the views aren’t quite Sistine Chapel-esque but I think I may have seen D.B.C Pierre at the local espresso bar this afternoon when Alex Rhodes and I busted out and rode sans helmets in true euro style to Bar Cavour to play ‘Rate the Mullet.’ Extra points if combined with double denim (that’s jeans + jacket).

I’m also playing eskimo each night before bed when I spend 15 minutes in the iCool - a blow up bath containing ample volumes of water at 10 eg.
It’s designed to aid recovery, but ast night I was so tired I fell asleep in there and may have developed a small section on frostbite.
Tonight I may go with another soundtrack (sorry Pete Murray, the new album is too mellow!)

A domani,

l’uccellino (the Bird)

This entry was posted by B. O'Donnell on Sunday, September 14th, 2008 at 12:00 pm and is filed under Reports, Road.