Today I got up at 6am, ate a gargantuan breakfast, rode 75km of Chianti's most amazing roads, fixed two tubular punctures, had my leg cut my a sharp gear cable, finished the race, got straight in a van and checked in at Florence airport in muddy Lycra, a race number and comedy moustache.
Yet to shower and am at Heathrow facing a six hour coach ride home.
Today I got up at 6am, ate a gargantuan breakfast, rode 75km of Chianti's most amazing roads, fixed two tubular punctures, had my leg cut my a sharp gear cable, finished the race, got straight in a van and checked in at Florence airport in muddy Lycra, a race number and comedy moustache.
Yet to shower and am at Heathrow facing a six hour coach ride home.