Ay Chihuahua. 89 mi and 10k feet of climbing in 4h16'. We're all cook't in a briny sweaty stew.
If we had brought the kitchen sink we would have thrown it at Dan Martin, but it STILL would have been for naught. The Canadian ball of energy went with almost all of the 30 or more attacks we threw at him, and still prevailed to win the stage. Kev was a few bike lengths behind, and the rest of us dribbled in gradually over the next 40'.
The crit is next, and should be fun even though a mere 30'. We plan to go out with a bang on this one. Results to follow...
Jeff
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