After two bonus days in Greenville at Casa Craig I finally made it to Bermuda. What a spot! I’ve heard for years about this being the perfect way to end the year (even though it isn’t for me, but…) and the stories are spot on. Still having a bit of trouble with the whole “wrong” side of the road thing though… This has got to be one of the most densley populated countries on earth; house after house after house, not a bit of unbuilt land to be seen. In a few hour ride one can pretty much cover the whole island and there is no better way to get to know a place than on two wheels. By the end of the week we’ll be locals. OK - tired, late, getting up early, more to come tomorrow.

Racing?: Gord Fraser in his last race ever had an unfortunate slide-out in one of the first turns of the race; I happened to be on his outside and went over the bars and landed squarely on top of him. Losing only a few bits of skin and getting a bit of a back tweak wasn’t too bad compared to Gord who we heard was hauled to the hospital. What a rough way to go out. Fingers are crossed that he isn’t too badly hurt and can at least enjoy a few days in the sun. Nothing like some salt water to help wounds heal:). By the end of the race things had split up a bit with Russel Downing from DFL-Cyclingnews off the front solo and a small chase group of four 15 seconds or so behind that I’d tagged. Tim Johnson made a good jump on the last hill and I clung to his wheel, barely coming around him at the line for 2nd. Tomorrow is a 1k uphill TT, but more importantly an 8 hour fishing trip leaving at 6am. Time to crash…er, sleep.