I’m buried on a copywriting gig today, but wanted to publicly and officially eat my words, crow, and anything else. Earlier in the Tour I slandered Andy Schleck. After a dismal descent, which saw him click-out a foot on the first corner and subsequently lose minutes to his GC rivals, I questioned his sack quotient.
Today’s ride up the back side of the Galibier has stitched, cemented, and fused my gaping, ignorant mouth firmly shut.
Good ride to him, the Leopard-Trek gang (particularly O’Grady and Voigt), and to everybody…save Cadel Evans, who shouldn’t be allowed to race the road.
Should be an interesting ITT!
