Timmy (left) leading the charge with Lucas Euser
That’s how sprinter stages should be. Short and to the point.
There is nothing I hate more than doing 200 km of flat only to finish in a big bunch. So the Tour de Georgia organizers had it right today. With only 110 km of racing, we raced, sprinted for the finish in a giant, angry elbow-throwing ball, and we were back at the hotel in time for lunch and a nap. Nice!
Unfortunately, the sprint didn’t go well for us. We were looking good with a few kms to go when our sprinter, Tyler, flatted on one of the 600,000 railroad crossings we negotiated today. It was a little too close to the line to get him back up there at 60 kph, but out on the road he picked up some bonus seconds and now sits 4th overall.
I’m chillin right now doing our new secret recovery technique: the astronaut boots. They fill with air and squeeze up your legs like one of those snakes that swallow eggs. So it’s kind of like a lactic acid flushing massage, although I don’t want to replace our soigneurs with them just yet.
Check back tomorrow to see how chippy the legs are!
Thanks for reading, Timmy
