Holy sh*t...

So yeah...the Tour went all sorts of sideways today. 
The race was blown apart from jump.  Groups everywhere.  Rain.  Horror movie fog...and this...

So Contador was trying to make up time today...on a rain soaked decent...and came to a bit of grief.  It seems El Pistolero shellaced a hole at 70+kmh, and his Tarmac just sort of...well, exploded.
Bert went OTB, and hit the ground at speeds high enough to tear flesh from bone...and unfortunately, that's what happened. 
Contador remounted, and attempted to fight on, but had to abandon 10km later.  Shortly thereafter, news broke that he'd broken his tibia in the crash.  Not a big fan of old Bertie, but that's a tough sonabitch!
Now, let's examine...
Which makes/made more sense?  Making the effort on Stage 5, and NOT losing the 3 minutes on the cobbles, or risking everything on a rainy decent @ 75kmh?
Look, I'm no DS, and I'm rarely accused of being smart, but my innate horse sense tells me that going harder on the cobbles was the plan of action.  Just sayin'...

And after Gallopin grabbed yellow yesterday, Ridley worked all night, and hand delivered this to Lotto Belisol's mechanics @ 0430 this morning. 

He lost yellow today, but DAMN did that frame turn out right!!

OK...enough Tour...I won't post any more spoilers....

Big bike fun this weekend. 
Easy CX ride on Saturday to get the legs going around.  2 hours.  Nothing but looking at the sights. 

 Most of the Powerstation is in the canopy these days...

Riding into the tunnel...
I got back to Service Course to meet my family, all in their swimwear.  Seems they were headed to the pool w/o me.  Thanks guys.  Love you too.
I got on the ladder, scraped paint, and caulked all of the new moulding on the house.  Big fun.  GD ladder makes my feet hurt.

Sunday met the group with a BEAUTIFUL morning. And we had a big, jovial group.  Instead of Lex/Cal, we decided to roll into Lower Richland.

As you can see, it was terrible.
We introduced a few in the group to some roads they've never seen, which is always cool.
And the colors out in the country were pretty brilliant...

We cut across the country, and rolled back into town with a tick over 70 miles.  Not a bad way to spend a Sunday morning. 
You should have been there. 
Big fun was had by all. It was more than likely the best Sunday ride we've had in a long while. 

My Ridley is a mess...and I'm going to get cracked and stretched shortly.
 Hope everyone's Monday is going swimmingly...