Yesterday was cycling’s biggest race of the year. We rode out to Bokskogen, had coffee and chocolate balls, and ended up in Philip’s garden. We bathed in the sunshine, listened to the race and ate omelettes.
The race was a dusty chase with a wild west feeling: Boonen crashed, Thor rode on the sidewalk, Cancellara closed the gap like a cupboard door in a domestic squabble, and a true working man took home the rock—with which he proposed to his girlfriend! A truly perfect day. /Patch
P-R captured:
Very sexual /Viggen
i love your swedefied english: “we bathed in the sunshine”, “the race was a dusty chase.”