. . . Jon is really boring. We are huddled in our condo right now staging for the prologue, which goes down in 70 minutes. Outside, the weather is crap. Cold and wet. Really wet. Thunder keeps rolling in but doesn't seem to roll out. On the bright side, I'm not riding my trusty Bontrager, so I won't be the only sucker out there with a steel bike this time. Not being a lightning rod is at least some consolation for the fact that we may be riding through sheets of rain. Well, we hope it's only rain. At 12,500 feet, it could be even worse.
I shouldn't complain. We have a real roof over our heads. There are some brave souls who chose to camp in this. Finishing a wet, frigid ride by returning to a wet, frigid tent is not my idea of a good time. I'm glad we splurged on the condo.
Better check my tire pressure for the 4th time.
Out.
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