True to tradition, he arrived at his typical time.
Something tells me he was in a hurry. Maybe he had to be back home at some impossible time.
He let us lead the first few kilometers so everyone had a nice warm up.
Then he hit the front.
And that was the story of the whole ride.
The Pope leading, everyone else praying their favourite litany.
He took all the KOMs and all the sprints.
All but the one DD took.
He didn’t take the Esher sprint either.
He was going to, but he had me on his wheel all the way and he didn’t.
Not because I passed him in the last 10 meters, arms in the air celebrating just another amazing win in my fantastic cycling career, but because the sprint was neutralized due to too many cars.
I feel for him. All that effort wasted, without reward.
I don’t feel too much for him though. He was not in my team today.
Still, I’m such a nice guy that I hope he wasn’t too late back home.
The ride in Strava: https://www.strava.com/activities/13509476294
Take care of yourself
Javier Arias González
