Spin class
It’s a slow climb out of bed for many of us still struggling to fill the late-night void left by 169 finishers who covered 3500 odd colossal kilometres in France. But what now for weekend warriors, the legions of Saturday morning cyclists who have ridden the rivet on sofas and sprinted to the fridge during ad breaks for three weeks straight? The lack of sleep is sadly not the only reason for my comatosed state, it’s the persistent talk of drug taking that has permeated my body and the veins of many: Pantani, Ulrich, Armstrong and now, most gut wrenching of all, Stuart O’Grady. Stop the rot and get on your bike! Clip some cardboard to your wheels, time trial yourself around the block and make some noise. This is not the time to back peddle to 1998. Despite the juiced-up talk, the memories of this year’s TDF remain vivid and the discussion at the café is as invigorating as drinking alpine water from a spigot. Gabrielle Gate fried fis...