9:04 AM here in Girona, Spain. Oatmeal is front of me, coffee close by freshly brewed from the Mochapot I just bought, which is badass.

Ride is at 10 AM with Magnus, who is riding again, and here in town for the next two weeks. We are 4 days into the camp, today being the 5th day. For those of you who actually read this, and who know me, know that I have never done Roubaix before, yet am physcially suited to it genetically by the larger section of my bod known as my ass.

Magnus is not allowed to stand, nor pull on the bars, so he’s been staying in the saddle pushing on the pedals at an avg. wattage of 300 + for two hours at a time, yes that’s right for 2 hours straight, which is supposed to increase here soon. I ride next to him, but I have quite a bit less frontal area, and i’m on avg. 60 watts lower. I usually ride longer anyways, so it works out.

Johnny Weltz, one of the Euro directors has been putting the plan forth everyday, which is usually good, except that last Monday when my bikes never showed up from Denmark, and my spare wasn’t ready, I was put on my TT bike that I hadn’t ridden since last year at the Four Days of Dunkirk. Yeah, 140 K later or 85 miles my knees were loving me. Especially when I was with Will and Johnny motorpacing at 450-500 watts for 20 minutes. Fantastic.

Well, I need to adjust some stuff on the bike before heading out. I will send pics soon, but here is one to eat your heart out on in the meantime.