Braking, shouting, sprinting, and pushing. You can't get that in winter training!
I rode back to the peloton befuddled by his response and inspired by his optimism and belief. “Yeah! I can have a great day!"
A month in the sun.
I took courage from the strength I felt in San Sebastian, but the stress and shock that the crash put on my body required time to dissolve.
You know that big bike race in July, right?
As the only American on Team Dimension Data, I invested in the trip soley for the joy of racing and opportunity to win the coveted stars and stripes jersey.
Exploration is the essence of cycling.
Time always pauses before hitting the ground and you have time for one thought, and mine was a conceding, “you couldn't have missed this one.”
It was like a sidewalk that should have had stairs.
The atmosphere surrounding these races feels closer to USA style athletics with tailgates, super fans, and massive crowds. There’s an art to the violence required to position for the narrow cobbled climbs and crashes are inevitable.
If you are still smiling, you’re still in the game.
After a rejuvenating off-season, I was back in action with Team Dimension Data in Portugal.
Six weeks later, I’d been pushing some of my best power numbers in training and looked forward to racing after so much time on the sidelines.
Highs and lows create the drama in cycling.
Another day in the breakaway would put the sprint jersey out of reach for anyone else.
Five days after I returned to Europe I was back on an airplane heading to the Basque Country for one of the hardest one day classics.
Ciao, Grüezi, Guten Tag, Bonjour!
The sharp climb each of the ten laps created a race where strongmen, sprinters, and climbers could each play their cards.
Our team was a fun mix of experience and confidence and youthful enthusiasm. I’d call us strong and hungry underdogs.
This technical course makes positioning and efficiency almost as important as having the engine to smash up thirty-five three to five minute climbs.