Richmonders refer to the World Championship race as “The UCI.”
Number of Steps
15,379 steps or 7.5 miles
Time of Filing
We’re in room 717 of the Holiday Inn on Staples Mill Road. You know the one, there’s a meeting of the Local Liberian Association taking place in the Potomac Room on the ground floor in the lobby happening RIGHT NOW, it’s 8:55 PM. The Potomac Room has boardroom-style seating for twenty occupants, 12 foot ceilings and over 648 square feet of unnaturally lit space in which to party or whatever.
Get a second vest even if it means you have to apologize to Laura. ✓
Top 3 Finishers
- Peter Sagan (Slovakia, 6:14:37)
- Michael Matthews (Australia, +0:00:03)
- Ramunas Navardauskas (Lithuania, +0:00:03)
Sure, yeah, it’s pretty good or whatever. Side Note: Klaus claims that rather than choosing a hotel based on location and rate, he’d prefer to simply select accommodations based on an accurate comparison chart of wifi speeds, cost be damned
It was supposed to rain, it didn’t rain. Under normal circumstances that would be a good thing but today it wasn’t because we prepared. We wore pants and jackets and matching rubber Chuck Taylors. But it didn’t rain, it just hotted, humided and clammed.
Quote of the Day
“I don’t have stuff that does anything, I just wear things from the J.Crew outlet mall.”
-Klaus lamenting his lack of clothing either built or equipped with technical features and benefits.
“I take the labels off things because bad typography bothers me.”
-Klaus discussing his OCD-type habit of removing the labels from various household and personal hygiene goods like dish soap and deodorant.
“Who’s the Jazz guy who taught his cat how to go to the bathroom on the toilet?”
-Klaus, setting up a poncho joke he was reminded of after seeing a homeless person go by on Broad Street.
“Before that I that had a friggin’ poncho.”
-Klaus, reminiscing about one of several garments missing post-move.
“I don’t control my poop, my poop controls me.”
“You like the Orioles? I pitched for the Orioles in 71.”
-Anonymous (Publisher’s Note: You didn’t get his name??????)
“There’s a lot of tall transgender out there today.”
-Anonymous [Overheard on Libby Hill]
“Just listen to that tasty basslick!”
-Klaus, talking about the band Weather Report.
“There are six loaded guns you need to know about. There’s a loaded gun under my mattress. There’s a loaded gun behind the toilet. Etc.”
“Their seafood pasta salad is to die for!”
-A woman on the sidewalk wearing an “Ask Me About Church Hill” shirt and handing out a map to neighborhood shops.
“You mean they don’t have their own bathrooms?”
-The same lady, concerned about when and where the racers ‘did their business.’
“Get off the track, dude.”
-Anonymous Bro commenting to Manual for Speed about how Manual for Speed was standing on the side of the road approximately ten minutes before the race came past.
“They’re sure pumpin’ the music, boy.”
-Shuttle Driver Bro talking about the music in the Eritrean Zone. Which Side Note, was, in fact, crackin’.
“Tyler Farrar is on the attack, you know it’s him, you can see that little ponytail under his helmet.”
-Klaus discussing his perception of Manual for Speed’s success.
The peloton heads west from Downtown Richmond, working their way onto Monument Avenue, a paver-lined, historic boulevard that’s been named one of the “10 Great Streets in America.” Racers will take a 180-degree turn at the Jefferson Davis monument and then maneuver through the Uptown district and Virginia Commonwealth University.
Halfway through the circuit, the race heads down into Shockoe Bottom before following the canal and passing Great Shiplock Park, the start of the Virginia Capital Trail. A sharp, off-camber turn at Rocketts Landing brings the riders to the narrow, twisty, cobbled 200-meter climb up to Libby Hill Park in the historic Church Hill neighborhood.
A quick descent, followed by three hard turns leads to a 100-meter-long climb up 23rd Street. Once atop this steep cobbled hill, riders descend into Shockoe Bottom. This leads them to the final 300-meter-long climb up Governor Street. At the top, riders face a 680-meter false flat to the finish.