What does a cyclist dream about? Well, if you happen to be a cyclist named Bryan Duke, you have nightmares about races. In last night's edition, Bryan was given an opportunity to compete against and impress the whole Bontrager Cycling squad. Unfortunately, he was late to the race, forgot his jersey (Trevor's xs served as a substitute, but I hear it fit like a belly shirt), and was promptly dropped on the first lap. Well, better luck next time. Here's to hoping this isn't a foreshadowing of the U23 National Road Race (remember that jersey Bryan and everything should be fine!).
Today saw the final leg of the drive to Madison, and it's safe to say it couldn't come soon enough. After two days of twelve plus hours in the van, patience was running low. Luckily, Stu has good instincts and the Whole Foods just five minutes from our hotel served to fill our stomachs and brighten our moods.
While driving through the rustic downtown in increasingly desperate attempts to park the van (despite my encouragement, for some reason Bryan didn't want to park in the "loading zone only" space ), we turned down another beautiful street, except this one was completely empty. I waved cordially at the cop parked on the sidewalk, and it was only when we looped around did Trevor point out the large DO NOT ENTER signs. Whoops. We spent some time exploring the Madison Area Technical College, including a Chipotle and an outdoor jazz concert, and then headed back to the hotel to settle in and prepare for a week of reconnaissance and preparation for nationals next week.
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