At some point in the past few weeks a memo went out to euro hotels (probably not the ones most people reading this would frequent - they knew this long ago - but to the ones we call home) that shower curtains are a good thing. Every night up here we’ve had shower curtains. This is big. I guess my suction cup secured travel shower curtain invention is no longer useful. Until now we thought it best to teach the hotels a lesson by flooding the place. No longer…

Today’s stage was pretty uneventful. Breakaway, flat for a long time, hauled ass around a hilly finish circuit and what was left of the group sprinted for the line after a crazy dangerous downhill run-in. Good times. Unfortunately the fact that unlike some guys I actually possess a self-preservation instinct places me at the back of 8 currently tied on time for 8th place. Tomorrow will probably blow apart a bit, either in a rolling morning stage or on the afternoon stage’s finish hill, but i’m gonna have to play sprinter if I have any shot at the top ten. Ugh. Here goes…:) For some reason the fact that I broke my hand here last year trying to play sprinter has me a bit squeamish about taking risks. Crazy.

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