freds...

Today, I got my Astana bibs...and I wore them. On my ride, I ran into my cool teammate with the broken ribs. I felt so nerdy and dumb. I didn't have on my team kit, but I had the whole fricking Astana outfit: bibs and jersey.

But today, it was a stolen ride. And, it was lovely ride because I didn't care if I was a fred or a slow poke or anything else. All that mattered was being alive and riding my bike.