Whole Milk Aniexty
After the revelations of the last few weeks, I had to find much-needed headspace.
I love this sport but it’s brutal and beautiful in equal measure. Only this morning, I rode to my local café for my regular cokachino and the barista managed to put whole milk instead of skimmed milk in it. I was shattered mentally but I still drank it. After all, its Le Metier and all part of the sport that I love.
I called up my sister, Fran, and after a bit of a grizzle, pulled myself together. Luckily, my phone rang and who should be on the other end? Why, none other than the Z-Man, The Big-Z, Z-Unit, David. David Zabriskie. Like the crazy mo-fo he is, he was calling, get this, from a 7-Eleven knocking back his 2nd big-gulp of the day. It was only 11am! That’s the type of guy David is. Zany and a good guy to have ‘in the trenches’ alongside you as we Brits say making reference to the horrors of trench warfare during WWI.
After shamefully drinking the whole-milk coffee, I put the cup in the back pocket of my jersey as a reminder to me how low I’d sunk.
The quality of the light outside the café though was fantastic and I went out and smashed out 150km and fell in love again with this beautiful, crazy and brutal sport. I called up Fran again and had another grizzle.
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