What a stinking wet
day for the race. It drizzled all
morning, then was a tad heavier as we strolled the couple of miles into centre
of Lecco where we waited (some in more anticipation than others i.e. me!)
only
for the heavens to actually open in full force for the final 20 minute wait
with thunder and lightning rolling around the lake and us soaked through to the
skin. I have to say for the actual
riders this heavy rain seemed to have followed them for the entire 255 km and 6
hours from Bergamo but at least they were getting paid.
For spectators, you stand for eternity drowning
and then whizz the riders are passed you within a nano second and across the
finishing line. You then trudge the couple
of miles back to camp with the rain still precipitating down at full force
stopping
only at a small shop
to buy bread and milk – the lady in the shop being horrified we wanted a whole
loaf which she sold by weight. To add
insult to injury the rain stopped within a 100 yards of the camp only to start
again an hour later and thrash down all night.
I may have mentioned this before but Italy does not do light rain!
The question I know
all your lips – Why? Me – I have no
positive answer to give but the other 3 were orgasmic so I’m outvoted.
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