So, Blue Ribble, today we were like Schleck and Contador in Le Tour 2010, evenly matched for most of our run down the Antrim Road. Like Schleck on the Tourmalet I brought back your big sprint attack, and like Contador on the Port de Balès, you took an advantage when I stopped for a mechanical (escaped water bottle).
Antrim Road, Belfast, this morning.
I didn’t see what the gap was at the end. 39 seconds perhaps?
Still, it doesn’t matter really. It’s not a race, is it?
Oh, one other thing I should mention. I was in recovery pootle mode.
Take ‘er easy, Blue Ribble. I was.
