Yay for Giro!

Really, the scenery is just so lovely there in Italy this time of year, isn't it?

With two mountain stages and a time trial left, Contador hold 1.21 over il Vecchio and .44 over Ricco. Savoldelli seems to think that there is room for attacking off the Vivione on Friday. He'll no doubt go stage-chasing in his native Bergamo, and could well take a GC fave along for the ride. Then, there is the Gavia-Mortirolo. Last time the Giro climbed the Mortirolo, Basso and Simoni rode away from the field, leaving them all far, far, behind. This is Simoni territory for sure. But he'll need time in hand to survive the final crono in Milano. This is what I love best about the Giro: Most years, it comes down to the final few days. That, and the scenery of course...

Oh, and have a look here for some cool photos from the Plan de Corones.


Potato Chip

This is my new toy. It goes, very, very, very fast.

So I took it out to play.

If surfing all day during a heat wave is wrong, I don't want to be right.


Meanwhile in Oregon...

While I'm drooling all over lovely viddy of Italy, the Mt. Hood Stage race is going off. Lyne Lamoureaux is on the story with her usual detailed race reports.

Head over to Roadbikereview or Podium Cafe to read on all about it!

In Italy? The bunch got all lazy today, despite the shortened stage and let the break go 12 minutes up the road. Visconti, the Italian national champion, is the new Maglia Rosa, replacing Cutey Curls. Nothing much notable happened, though I suppose for the Levi fans, there were signs of impending doom in his 23 second time loss. Me, not such a Levi fan, so WhatEVAH. Tomorrow, they do some climby climbing. Never a dull moment there in Italy.


Animal Kingdom

Friday evening as we pedalled our way through Hope Ranch, we saw a family of skunks crossing the road. They stopped, looked both ways, and crossed in a tidy single-file line, just like a childrens' book. My precious meter pinged off the scale.

And no, I didn't stop for a pic. This blog would be so much better if, among other things, I actually carried a camera with me when setting out for adventures. Alas.

Today's ride was all about the critters. First, the dog. Bark, bark. Oh, look, there's a dog barking at us as we pass. Good thing he's behind that fence. Bark, bark. Oh, look, there's a hole in that fence. Here comes the dog. Bark, bark. How do they know that they should aim for the front wheel? Secret doggy senses. Bark, bark, sprint, ears flapping all wild like. Since I'm not adventurous enough to broadside the dog, I locked up the brakes all tightlike and stopped. Doggy looked up with a doggy sort of grin, turned around, and trotted off, tail wagging. That was fun. Woof.

Then, the squirrel. Look, a squirrel. Good thing he's by the side of the road. Oh, look, he's going to run into the road. Oh, look, there's the front wheel. Then, the squirrel changed his mind. Then, he changed it again. And again. By the side of the road, little dude spun his little self in circles. Am I going to run out into the bikey riders' wheels or am I going to stay out of the way? Ooooh, I can't decide. Spin, spin. Maybe I should go this way. Spin, spin. Which way should I go? Spin, spin. Good thing he couldn't make up his little squirrely mind. Dizzy squirrel.

The first Italian word I learned watching the Giro? Caduta, meaning crash. If there's a caduta generale? The whole field crashes. (There, now you can say you learned something reading blogs today. I'm so on your team right now.) Since the first stage of the race is always all nervylike, you'll hear Caduta over and over. The Italian cameras linger lovingly over the carnage, and the always excitable Bulba (yes, it's a national stereotype, but in this case, so totally true), gets all jiggy with the Caaaduuuutaaa! Uh, huh. Anyway, too bad for Z today, leaving the Giro on a caduta. Hopefully, all will be well for him soon.

Which reminds me of one of my fave things about the Italian commentators, Bulba and Cassani. Though they clearly love dearly their Italian stars, they comment generously about the non-Italian riders. Want to know the major results of the neo-pro from Ukraine in the break? They'll give it to you, along with some colorful story of another. So pro. They all but swooned over Z's time trial position last year. The kids over at OLN could learn a thing or two. Just sayin'

Pellizotti in Pink? Such a cutey.



Surfing small waves is hard.

But watching dolphins frolick and the sun set behind the trees turning the water to molten orange is a lovely way to spend the evening.

That is all for now. Blogging here at the Lint Trap may be a tad sparse (or, sparser than usual) for the next three weeks. GIRO!!