Steve and I hanged-out with Taylor Phinney in the paddock today. Just a couple of horses horsing around. Phinney handled (literally) both of our TDF badges. I’m not sure if he forgot our names or if he forgot who we worked for or if he was just bored and being playful. Maybe all of the above? Side note, according to the TDF we’re “new media.” Anyway, our visit with Taylor was great. At one point he posited that I looked a bit feminine in the photo on my badge. I said that’s cool because I feel a bit feminine. He said “Yeah, I feel that way sometimes too.”
“Caravan Edging” is a note from today, but as of 2:37am both Steve and I have forgotten what it means and/or alludes to. If you have any information about what Caravan Edging is or how to Caravan Edge, please DM us or send an email. A reward will be given—no questions asked.
A lot of French motorcyclists look like they’re seconds away from doing a wheelie down a set of spiral stairs into a nose wheelie across a bridge over a canal and from which nose wheelie position they will shoot an automatic machine gun with nearly deadly accuracy in the direction of Jason Bourne.
It occurred to me today that Rapha is basically J. Crew, maybe the Gap, no probably J. Crew, for cyclists. You know, preppy.
Vanity overshorts (worn over bib shorts) for women are pretty common over here. They’re cute, I’m into them. But FYI, even though they’re less revealing than standard bib shorts, they’re even more risqué, as counterintuitive as that may sound.