A really bad picture from the backseat. Going through Belgium. In the rain.
Alison and Sinead, last Monday on a recovery ride. We don't really ride, we just put our chamois on and take pictures.
I think that's Limoux in the background.
We're in Holland now, and thanks to wikipedia, I now know that Holland is not a country in itself, it is a region of the Netherlands and is now separated into North Holland and South Holland.
It was a two day trek to get here. We left Thursday at noon, drove until 11 pm, stayed in the smallest hotel room you've ever seen. After a rain storm in Belgium and not seeing the Schleck brothers in Luxembourg, the Eurovan rolled into Apeldoorn, Holland, which smells like a cow farm. From what I had been told about the country, Holland has no hills, the winds replace the hills. Fortunately for me, we found a hill to race up. We went to pre ride that hill this afternoon. After riding a couple sections of the course with Chris, he went back to get the car and we were supposed to keep riding and meet him in a town on our way back to Apeldoorn. You can probably tell where this story is going...we were supposed to meet in a town that apparently exists on the map, but when asking directions from people on the street, does not exist. We reverted to circling roundabouts until Chris (a very worried Chris) found us. He told me I wouldn't understand until one day my kids didn't come home on the school bus.
The race is a UCI race, Ronde van Gelderland, with around 200 starters. I won't pretend that I meant to say that with no emotion. 200 STARTERS!!! There's lots of medians, roundabouts, places where the road narrows from several lanes to one lane...it's going to be a wild ride.
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