What's on my mind?

Today, Facebook asked me what’s on my mind. “It’s almost the beginning of July,” I wanted to say. “Isn’t the same thing on everyone’s mind?”

The Alps. George. Lance and his guys. Free Haribo candies. Wild strawberries. Crazy fans in thongs. Crowded pups. The smell of the Alps. It’s a different smell than of the Rockies. I think the Alps have a sweeter smell. That must be the strawberries. Steep and narrow mountain roads. Rental cars. Hitch hiking. Croque Monsier. The train. Parades. Podium girls. Lions. Flowers. Nerves. Seeing Lance – in person. The sound of a professional peloton clicking and clipping up the mountain side. Predictions. Bets. The Mavic car. Watching the dashboard. Merckx. Cobblestones. Bob and Phil. Phil is full of it. Bob is the man. Scabs. The Lantern Rouge. Polka dots. Green jersey. White jersey. Yellow jersey. Contador. Hincapie. Lephimer. Helicopters. 3,500k.

Here’s to dreaming about being in Annecy on the 15^th.