…on rest day number 2.  I’d way rather be asleep right now, but for some reason, despite having no desire in the world other than to be not thinking of anything, a bit of a snore going on, I can’t sleep.  Ryder’s in the same boat, and put it well with the first words out of his mouth this morning: “I hate falling off my bike.”  Well said.  Friggin sucks.  You roll just a bit wrong in bed and are quickly reminded that pavement and an unprotected body don’t really get along.  It was almost comical watching this crash happen - and I really hope it was captured on cameras somewhere, cause it was a good un.  We joked afterwards that it’s all the directors’ faults for telling us to ride together all the time.  Fortunately none of us are really hurt, just banged up a bit and thank god we have the rest day to recover a bit before attacking the two stages ahead.

The past week has flown by and it’s hard to believe we only have one more to go, wait, only? Hmm… Yeah.  With some of the hardest stages yet to come it’ll be an interesting one.  The top 6 are all so close and without the Saunier-Duval circus around to blow things apart in the mountains it wouldn’t be surprising if the final weren’t decided until Saturday’s TT.  For now however a day to enjoy: an early breakfast, 3 hour cruise, lunch, massage, nap, some time with Kevin Reichlin and his laaaser to zap the wounds, dinner, and sleep.  Then back at it manana.  This time next week vacation will be on…