Chasing single file through the open fields, buffeted by wind…and they were only about halfway done at this year’s Strade Bianche. Can’t wait to get back to these roads soon - really thinking about a trip to l’Eroica…
Sunset on the Pordoi after a great day of playing, I mean, shooting with @ingambatours.
I guess if this year’s Tour de France riders managed to endure weeks of rain without drowning, I can probably deal with it for a couple hours today.
Everything that worries me or troubles me or keeps me up at night - it all melts away and the crust and grime of work comes off entirely. It’s replaced with actual sweat and dirt and real mud. It’s in that mud where my fresh start lies. Each ride. — check out the next @pelotonmagazine for those words and a couple more. We had an amazing trip in the Dolomites - grateful that I had the chance to write about it.
Writing about descending for the next issue of @pelotonmagazine. It was supposed to be about the Dolomites (and it is!), but it took on a mind of its own.
Goodbye, Louisiana! Our last meal before flying back? Mom’s crawfish étouffée. Delish.
No one ever asks: how did you two stay together? They ask: how did you two meet? Life is in the first - there’s only a moment in the second.
So many climbing shots, so few of the party down the other side.
In the clouds and pouring rain - not upset.