Nice Flight
I’m up in the air, not riding for SKY but cruising at the back of the peloton, in economy class. Having just ridden Le Tour Des Grand Alpes from Genève to Nice. I find myself in a tuck position time trialing my way back to Sydney. I thought cycling days were behind me, at least for 22 hours. My rider number is 55J. Elbows slotted under my armpits and knees knocking together, I’m squeezed in between a guy with Andre Greipel-like thighs and a Swiss champion with very long climbing legs. There’s no class in flying economy but there are economies of scale, particularly when it comes to feeding time. Carbo loading reaches new heights on international flights as food trays resemble musettes filled to the brim. Conquering the smorgasboard placed in front of you is the Alp Duez of eating. Getting through everything without your digestive tract bonking is on par with any mountaintop finish. KOM (King of the Mountain) is the one who successfully grazes his way thro...