When it rains it pours. Moreni tested positive for testosterone and Cofidis pulled out, now Rabobank has pulled Rasmussen for lying about his location. Contador has the white and yellow jerseys now. If I were him (and this is making the gross assumption that even he is clean) I would chose to ride in the white and leave the yellow out of the peloton.
Yesterday Sophie and I went out to Rothrock after work. It is rate that I go riding without looking at the radar, but somehow I never checked yesterday. So I was halfway up Lonberger when I started to hear the thunder. By the time I hit North Meadows Rd it was raining lightly. I decided to continue on anyway as I was planning to scout out Croyle and I’d already turned back from that mission on Sunday when my brain and body were on empty. The blueberries are thick at the top of Croyle and I wasn’t far in before my shoes were sodden. At the bottom I headed left and turned up Gettis in the drizzling rain. By the time I got to the top it had stopped raining and so I decided (perhaps foolishly) to go and hit the ridge and started down North Meadows Rd. I took it fast and got well ahead of Sophie as the rain started up again. I stopped at the bottom and the thunder and lighting came in and the rain became coming down hard. Sophie had gotten a little disoriented by the storm and I had to ride halfway up the road to find her. With the rain coming down harder and harder we beat a hasty retreat down Bear Meadows Rd and then down lower Lonberger. By the time we hit the bottom my hands were too cold to feel. Sophie and I piled into the car and turned the heat up high when we hit the bottom and headed home for a longer than average shower to get the sensation back in my extremities.
