A Paris.

It's been months in the planning, and only a few nearest and dearest were privy to this secret trip, but I am currently in Paris. No, I can't believe it myself.
There is a final Tour stage just around the corner, and a few friends - old and new - to meet. I'll tell you all about it. But for now, some charcuterie sounds really nice...


Sometimes, you stare out the office window on a Friday night, counting down the minutes until your shift ends and live coverage of the Giro starts.
And sometimes, you run home in the rain without an umbrella because your favorite pro cyclist is in the breakaway.

And sometimes, you mutter encouragement into your computer screen and cling to a hope that a friend can TT the next 30km solo.

And sometimes, just sometimes, that declaration you made that he could win a few Grand Tour stages this year, that comes true.

And in those sometimes, you’re totally allowed to cry happy tears for someone else.
Congrats, again, Adam [hey, what did I tell you, right?]! And happy birthday!!!
[Sorry for the screenshots, guys, way better pictures are on Steephill.]