Gallarate

I was going to put some photos up on here from todays ride from gallarate, but unfortunately due to a delay on the slow internets behalf the transfer of the photos is not possible. So maybe tomorrow. Anyhow, we took off from a small town outside of Varese for what was meant to be a three hour easy ride. After 25km of climbing, and 2000m of vertical ascending and 4 hours later..the local guru Fabio (our guide from Busto tri club) had taken us too far.

Our unsuspecting crew took off at 7:30 thinking nothing more than an easy 3hr spin, a couple of sites to see and maybe a coffee stop to take in the scenery and magical aroma of Italy. But after a few good recordings of Betten commentating fantasy tour de france with a peleton of 5 people (you wont see the video...the file is too big) and a couple of funny comments from Fabs we were well on our way. At the 2hr mark we thought we had conquered the mountains and were on our way home, but unfortunately fabios wit and lack of english skills caused a fatal error in communication and found us at the bottom of a 10km climb with nothing but a banquet of powerbars and powergels which had to be rationed out. This was besides Fabio...who actually did bring about 70 gels, 7 powerbars...and obscurely enough.....200mls of water (no kidding) to last him four hours. Does this guy have a hump on his back, he is as good at maintaining fluid loss as a camal stuck in the Sahara.

Our next encounter came at the three hour mark and the top of the mountain. A small group of riders came past us and notabely one man or should i say Yeti of some sort took to the front on a scott. We were screaming back into town holding onto dear life as theyeti was busting out the average 2000watts and 80km/hr with no helmet and a shitload of hair...not only on his head. This guy didnt even shave his legs...the hair was covering his shoes. After half an hour the invinsibility of the Yeti was starting to disapear and the eargerness of Fabio was starting to set in as he was eather wanting to get home..or wanting to get home for some more water. At this stage Boxy cracked the shits due to the fact that the description of the ride was 3hrs easy. During this time he bottled up his emotions which were sure to come out in no time. Without warning, a couple of minutes later, a firey box shot out the the pack devastating the Yeti and fellow companions (litterally shattering them..they were gone..forever.) After a 3km (at least) attack from boxy there was a very exclusive crew left in Drew and myself. Notably absences were Fabio (who obviously was severely dehydrated from lack of fluid or sugar low from the 70 gels he ingested) and the yeti who were never too be seen.

Too cut a long story short....it was a cruzy ride home after that.

Photos tomorrow....maybe.


Jamie