Springtime at the Office Park

It was pretty out this morning! (At 7:00 it was foggy and I could see my breath, but now at lunchtime it's 62 degrees out!) This is on my way through the industrial park to Cannondale.



When I was in the cafeteria making my morning oatmeal, the pond/lake/backwaters looked pretty handsome, too. I stepped outside to take a few pictures. I was still warm from riding in, so the cool air felt nice, and the sun working its way through the fog put a nice shine on things.





I say it every year but I'll say it again. Spring is so wonderful.

Cross Bike / Road Bike / Commuter

I used my ol' Chili Con Crosso for exactly two cross races this past year, and have logged a few months' commuting miles on it. As the weather finally warms up, I figured I'd better switch out the file treads for some road tires so I have one less excuse not to go on road rides. I wasn't too excited about it until I ran across a set of white striped tires at work. The bike's got a green, white and gold theme. The wheels and the brakes match up perfectly, and there are bits of white on the Rival grouppo.



Bling bling!

Yesterday I went on a work ride we did in honor of Paris-Roubaix. We rode a bunch of pavement and, of course, a handful of gravel roads, which are surprisingly plentiful around here. I wasn't aware of the ride until about half an hour beforehand, so I went on the company ride with my Salsa cross bike with road tires, while wearing my commuting gear, which happened to be pretty mountain bike-y. (Baggy shorts over bib knickers, a freeride top and a helmet with a visor on it.) Surprisingly, they let me come out to play, anyway. I'm there in the patterned blue top on the right.



Anyway, I figured I should do some sort of update. Things have been pretty busy these days, and they won't let up for a while. I decided to go back to Italy on vacation, and I leave in about a week, for about a week. I'll be flying into Rome, and on the way back to the US I'll have a long layover in Istanbul. I should be able to explore for the good part of a day before working my way back to the airport for my flight. This means there probably won't be much posting, so just hang in there, folks.

Paris

To all: I'm sorry I haven't been good about updating the ol' blog during this trip, but there have been some seriously amazing things going on and I just couldn't be bothered to spend time in front of the computer. Oh, wait! I'm not sorry at all.

Today I walked around Paris. Some may wonder if I rented a bike from the bike share program, and no, I did not. I guess I feel like going by bike would be moving too fast to see everything. Granted, I could see things over a greater area, but I'm surprisingly ok with just poking around the Latin Quarter and the surrounding area.

Last night I stayed at the Marriott Rive Gauche, using the Marriott points I accrued during my stay when I first moved to Danbury. So, on the upside, it was nearly free, but on the downside there was no continental breakfast (no breakfast!!) and they wanted 8.50 Euros (which I just kind of round up to $10) for ONE HOUR of internet. That's a bunch of noise.

With the cruel Marriott at my back, I set off. It was really easy to find from the train station last night, and this morning I woke up and took a few short Metro rides, aiming for the Seine. I saw a Notre Dame stop right around where I wanted to get off, so I hopped off, because the day was mine and Paris was at my disposal :)



I don't know this girl, but look how happy she is!



I walked around inside the cathedral but didn't do the tour through the upper stories. Then I stalked around the grounds and took about a million pictures. Here's a shot of me from the other side, with the 'love locks' on the bridge down in the corner of the frame.



As a tribute to my solo time in Paris, maybe I'll buy one and write ME on it, Ricky Bobby style.



By then I was getting hungry, so I grabbed something to eat and ate on some steps. I was planning on sitting down somewhere with internet to check in with friends and family, but there was this place on the street that had hot pressed hotdogs in a baguette with cheese. I mean, what would you do?



After that I found a pub with wifi, bought a glass of wine, and figured out my lodging for tonight. Young and Happy hostel, btw. I'll let you know if I wind up murdered, but at least it has free wifi. And if there are bed bugs, I'll be able to bitch about it on facebook in real time.

Then I walked around and spent too much money shopping, but there was a cashmere sweater with a rabbit with a cast on crutches on it. Again, what would you do? Money spent, I figured I ought to walk along the river some more and see the Musee d'Orsay and such. I wound up crossing the river to check out the Louvre, or at least the outside of it. I was planning on going back tomorrow to actually go in, but it looks like I won't have time before my flight. Alas, I'll just have to come back!



So tomorrow I think I'll walk around some more before working my way to the airport at 11:00am. I'll be honest, there's a part of me that's looking forward to sitting and doing nothing for 7 hours on the flight. It's been a long day of walking - my feet are telling me it's the most walking so far - and I'm sure I'll be fresher tomorrow.

A Few Pics

 Coworker Craig and I went to a museum in Lyon where there was a free exhibit on puppets. Some of them were really charming.



There was a chair with 'wig's to try on for fun. Believe it or not, this was a candid shot.

Red Bull Woah

I got this fresh from the pocket of Marco Fontana. For real, his coat pocket.



I wandered into the pro tent looking for a soda, and Marco noticed me looking around. He asked what I was looking for and I said, "A soda, or something with caffeine." Then he pulled a cold Red Bull Blue from his puffy jacket's (magical?) left hand pocket and presented it. He gave it to me. He told me to let him know what I thought of it.

It was delicious, darling.

Our Hotel in Lyon, France

It's all in the title. This was our hotel (white building) in Vieux Lyon, and it was pretty awesome. Granted, the drunks wandering outside at all hours of the night were noisy, but it was the place to be. We had some downtime this past weekend while there, so we got to explore these cobblestone streets - and then I went ahead and sprained my knee on one of them. Boo.



This was the view from my window.



Tonight we're in a regular ol' hotel about an hour and a half away. Sometimes you can't have it all.

Riding in Italy, Pt 1

Life hasn't been too bad this past week. I didn't really know what to expect from the team camp, but it's yielded lots of pasta, chatting and riding. The camp consists of the pro mountain bikers, key Cannondale employees, members of the (cycling world) press, and me. We stayed in a hotel right on the beach across from a restaurant that we took over for the week.

The restaurant was literally on the beach.



As was the demo truck.



Whenever we all gathered together getting to ride, people walking by (mostly older retired Italians) would watch and wonder what the heck was going on. I was (not so?) secretly very pleased and think it's entirely possible that I fooled one or two clueless oldsters into thinking I was a big deal.



The pro riders were interviewed and photographed to within an inch of death. This man, Marco Aurelio Fontana, and I are in love. He and his wife just aren't aware of it yet. Seriously though, such a great guy, and wonderful to talk to.



 So during my first day there, we woke up with a leisurely breakfast, then got kitted up for a ride. We rode as a group out of town and up a mountain, to where there was a short 3km loop waiting for us.









Once up there, we did one loop and had lunch. Delicious!





After lunch I snuck out for a second loop before the 'race' started and snagged some photos.





The set-up of the race was that the pros did one loop by themselves, then did a sort of relay with members of the press, for a total of 6 laps or so. Happily, I wound up on top of the climb with some other people, cheering the riders on.



Of course there was beer. My definition of 'pro' expanded to include 'someone who can chug an entire beer after riding quickly up a hill, then continue as if they don't want to throw it up'.



This guy.



It was during this commotion that I wondered if there were many things better than standing on a hilltop in Italy littered with Cannondale mountain bikes and surrounded by strangers from the bike industry while goofball riders who are having a great time stream past. I'm at a loss of what to say, other than 'I would hate me, too' and I'd like to assure you that I'm aware that I am undeserving scum who has gotten inexplicably lucky! Honestly, this is all quite ridiculous.