Rest day: Modena
First off, I’ve taken a couple of the others’ race numbers. Postcards just ain’t gonna happen, sorry bros…
The family cat died yesterday! My dad loved that cat. Found it on the side of the road 10 years ago back in Ireland. But I feel nothing… what is wrong with me? Ok, I never had a close connection to Misser (cat’s name, means cat in Danish). But still… I’m numb, empty. Ok, I wasn’t expecting tears and forced DNS. But nothing… my mind has gone to jelly like I’ve mentioned before… poor Misser. It had a good innings, many Grand Tours.
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