Finally, the tour is here.
Yes dear friends, I could care less about the politics of the tour. Really. Doesn’t matter to me if people dope or not….actually, they all do. I’ve said it a thousand times. If I could have doped to get into med school/dental school you bet your sweet ass I would have done it and found a way to pay for it. Seriously. People at the shop and at the office ask me all the time “how could they do that”. Well, when you make $10,000/year as a pro racer and there are a thousand people in line to take your place if you slip up, the stakes are pretty high. You do what you gotta do…or you turn the other way when the doctor says ‘this is a vitamin shot’. You do. Cyclists have a rancher/farmer mentality. And so do I. If it fails….you fail. You kill yourself. Seriously. Suicide rates among ranchers/farmers are higher than dentists….which are actually lower than the national average. Dentists and other doctors usually tend to turn to substance abuse, which is easier and happier. I’m happy right now. When a rancher looses the farm, they fail personally. When a technology company goes under, the CFO says ‘ha, well there’s a way it doesn’t work”….and they try something new. Well I’m a farmer, and an optimist…so fuck you all.
Stage 15 on Sunday was epic. Monumental efforts. Simon, Schleck, good lord. Shit’s on.
That may even be enough for me to rise and shine early to catch the live broadcast tomorrow.
Just to give you something to laugh at. I”ve seen the Obey the Giant on the sidewalk in SLC, but WTF?
