The Jonas Brothers Ride Clean

September 20, 2010

A friend of mine, Heather, who does some volunteer work for the Special Olympics asked me to suit up and attend a local Special Olynmpics 5K Benefit Race. I’m always looking for events to attend to spread the Bottle Gospel, especially those that don’t involve 12 hour flights and climbing 10 miles.

The Special Olympics 5K Charity Run was also attended by another celebrity – Joe Jonas of the Jonas Brothers. The Jonas Brothers support the Special Olympics by attending a lot of the charity events and donating money and time to the foundation.

I arrived the morning of the race and drove close to the start so I could meet Heather and drop off the costume. As soon as I got close to the start a security guard ran up to me and shouted “Joe Jonas is on-site, you can’t park here. We need to secure the perimeter!”. Whoa, I guess the teenie-bopper crowd is more dangerous than they look!

I found a parking spot and carried Bottle Boy along with 40 bottles I was donating to the cause. Pre Tour de France I would have complained about having to walk my costume half a mile, but nowadays ANY event is a piece of cake.

I suited up and worked the crowd. I thought the event was going to be mostly Special Olympics athletes running, but it was actually an event to benefit them. So, there were a handful of them, but most of the 1000+ runners were 11-15 year old girls who were there to see Joe Jonas. I think I found the new way to encourage our youth to get active – hire a celebrity and have them chase him around.

I made my way to the start line and saw Joe Jonas there. He had with him an entourage of 5 of his buddies, and then there was a ring of at least 8 security type folks with him, including two police motorcycles in front of him and a follow car behind him. I don’t think Obama would have gotten that much security! They had Joe start 2 minutes ahead of the runners because if he would have started with them, I think there would have been a riot.

Joe left and then two minutes later they unleashed the girls. It was one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen – a thousand 12 year olds sprinting as fast as they could in jean shorts and flip flops trying to catch Joe Jonas. I think they were on world record time for the first 200 yards.

The start was also the finish, and they had a Disney Radio Booth set up so I got to listen to some tunes and be entertained / annoyed by all these a little bit overly happy Disney people while I waited.

Bottle Boy jammin to Miley and Justin Bieber on Disney Radio. This beats France!

Joe and his security detail were the first to the finish. I was there to cheer on the athletes, but for old times sake I decided to try and run with them as they passed by. I must say, it is easier to chase Joe than it is to try and keep up with Contador. Although, it did have a similar feel to the Tour since there was a full camera crew covering Joe’s run for a documentary they were making on him.

I cheered on and hi fived the runners as they passed by. Here are some photos of some of them.

Team Pink. Thats the development squad for Team RadioShack, right?

It looks like she is wearing jeans, but its actually the newest form of compression technology.

The race wound down and I started thinking about packing up. Off in a corner of the parking lot I noticed a big RV with a roped off area, guarded by security guards. I thought that may be where Joe was hanging out until the awards ceremony. Being the shameless self promoter I am, I thought I’d try to give some Clean Bottles to the security guards.

I started talking to the security guards, but they told me in no uncertain terms that I wasn’t going to get through. As I turned to leave I heard someone shout: “hey, is that the Clean Bottle guy? Let him in!” I turned around and it was none other than Joe Jonas waving me in.

I was about to party with the Jonas Brothers. Backstage. Amazing.

I made my way to the RV and was greeted by his entourage. I handed out some bottles and explained the concept and told them all about my adventures in France. Then Joe turns to me and says, very politely and cautiously, “excuse me, do you mind if my friends and I take a picture with you?”

I still can’t believe it. Joe Jonas asked me if he could take a picture with him. Too funny. Don’t get me wrong. I am a 32 year old father, comfortable with my own sexuality, but I did have to repress letting out a high pitched scream.

I had told them that the Clean Bottle motto was “No More Riding Dirty”. And so, as we gathered to take the photo, Joe goes “alright guys ‘No More Riding Dirty’ on 3”. We all said “No More Riding Dirty” as the photos were snapped. All the while a full TV crew was filming it.

Bottle Boy blows Joe's mind with the magical bottle with a removable bottom.

Check out the TV crew filming all this.

We get ready for the photo.

Okay everyone "No More Riding Dirty" on 3!

Before anyone asks, no I didn’t try to take Joe’s Chastity Ring. And no, I didn’t try to take Joe’s chastity either. But I did have an awesome time and came away with one of the coolest stories a 7 foot tall Bottle could have.

Then the next morning my wife wakes up to a bunch of texts from her friends. Apparently Joe had tweeted about me with a photo of us. Here is his post:

Why my wife’s friends follow Joe Jonas, I don’t know. But hey, he made me a follower. He is a great guy who really went out of his way to support a great cause. Later that day he was doing a charity softball game and then following it up with a concert. What a guy. Well, at least now he can do it all while Riding Clean.


Alcatraz Triathlon

August 31, 2010

This past Sunday we packed up the truck and headed up to San Francisco for the Alcatraz Triathlon. Its an awesome race where the riders start on a boat just off Alcatraz, swim to shore and then bike and run around San Francisco. In my former life I was a triathlete and had done a few Ironmans, so it was cool to relive the experience of a triathlon.

I donned the costume and walked around a bit and then cheered on the riders as they left the swim and headed out to the bike. Here is a quick video clip of it.

The whole time I was cheering on the riders I was thinking “this is A LOT easier than getting up the mountains to the Tour!”

I walked around the transition zone a bit and ran across a lady who was cheering for her husband. She had purchased Clean Bottles a few weeks back and was sporting one at the race. Cool! Her son ran up to me and gave me a big hug. My wife got a clip of it, here it is. Very cute.

I then decided to bike a few miles out an cheer for the riders at mile 5 of the run. I packed up the costume, balanced it on the handlebars of my bike and made my way to the aide station. It was a lot harder than I first thought it was going to be, here is a clip of me trying to balance the costume.

As I was biking to the aide station I had a bunch of people actually cheer for me. One kind of gangster looking guy who was walking around the city turned to me and yelled “you got mad skills, dog!”.

I cheered for the runners for a few hours at the aide station, giving them hi-fives and handing out water. A bunch of them mentioned how they saw me at France, and one even stopped, in the middle of his race, and gave me a big hug. Why, I don’t know, but it was funny!

Here are a few other photos of the race. It was a blast and I hope the athletes appreciated Bottle Boy coming out to cheer them on. I know I had a lot of fun and I definitely want to keep doing it as much as possible. I need to keep up my image of of “The Hardest Working Bottle”. One thing I was thinking was that I could mail the costume to other parts of the US and people could wear it to their favorite race. I’d hook them up with some sweet Clean Bottle gear and bottles and donate money to their favorite charity. It would be a positive event for everyone. Anyone interested?

Bottle Boy fans.

I'm definitely not in the Alps any more, but definitely in a spot just as beautiful.

Tour of California Photos

August 16, 2010

Check out these photos of Bottle Boy taken at the Bakersfield stage of the Tour of California. Thanks to Daniel Torres for snapping these and sending them my way!

A Peek into Clark Kent’s Phonebooth

August 8, 2010

Hey Guys – here is a series of shots that show me going from Dave to Bottle Boy.  These were taken at the top of the Col de Madeline, which was a big climb on one of the Alpine stages.  Yes, as you can see, Bottle Boy puts his pants on one leg at a time 🙂 Thanks to Glen who sent these in.  The guy on the right is Hans.  I met him on the climb and he and his friend Glen were following the whole tour.  I ran into him a bunch more and he and Glen are awesome.  You can see Hans laughing at me but the joke is really on him because I am going to convince him to be the Bottle Boy at the Tour next year!

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

Tour de France Diaries: Final stage – time trial from the Pyrennes to home

July 30, 2010

Stage 13 – Time Trial from Southern France to Home

So we got off the Col d Tourmalet at around 9 pm, and I had a flight to catch at 11:20 the next morning in Amsterdam.  Only one problem – the GPS said it would take 14 hours to get to Amsterdam and I still had to return the car and pack up everything.  Why I didn’t realize this math wasn’t going to work out before I booked my flight is beyond me.  I’m pretty optimistic about things.  Sometimes it helps me, sometimes it hurts.

Lei and I traded off driving all night.  I hadn’t slept much for the last few days, was freezing from the day in the rain and tired from the whole two weeks.  The last thing I wanted to do was a 14 hour drive.

About 8 hours into it I realized we weren’t going to make it.  In America I can usually outrun the GPS, but in France my Garmin always gives me way too rosy of drive time projections.  Every hour we drove, it would push back our arrival time.

I had about 10 minutes of phone time left, which I used to call my wife, Olivia, to ask her to change my flight.  I called her back and she told me that the new fee was $800 more and that the earliest I could leave was on Monday.  My flight was originally on Friday, so I’d have to spend the whole weekend in Amsterdam.  The Gods were conspiring against me.

We finally made it to Amsterdam and by the time I returned the car and took a train back to the hotel, it was 9 pm.  Our hotel room was actually smaller than our campervan, which meant that Lei and I would have one final night of cuddling .

Amsterdam is great.  It has such a popular cycling culture.  I biked around town a bit and on almost every road there is also a bike lane filled with cyclists.  It is definitely a place I’d like to visit again.  And some of the architecture is incredible.  Here are a few photos.

We ordered the largest taxi we could find and used every inch of it to carry our two bike cases and bottle cases.  I really need to develop a collapsible bottle costume.  I figure I could develop something kind of like a pop up tent, it would look 90% as good and be so much more portable.  Lugging around a 5 foot tall costume throughout Europe makes for great blogging, but horrible travelling.  If anyone knows someone who can make something for me please let me know!

I got to the airport and spent another hour trying to talk down the airlines from the price they were quoting to transport the Bottle Boy costumes (they wanted 300 euros each plus 200 euros for my bike bag!).  Then I wheeled the boxes around and got on the flight.

outside the Amsterdam airport. So close, yet so far away . . .

Lei is smiling but he secretly wants to punch me :)

I had a layover in Detroit and actually had to pick up the bottle boxes and bike case and check them in again.  I couldn’t believe it – why couldn’t they check them in all the way through?  I half expected Ashton Kutcher to jump out and yell “surprise – you’re punked!”

Damn you, Ashton!

I finally made it home and as I walked out toward baggage claim I saw my Dad waiting to greet me.  He yelled out, as loud as he could, “hey look everyone, its Bottle Boy!!”.  Gotta love the parental pride.

So, the trip was tough, but it was SO worth it.  It was incredible to get the flood of emails from people telling me how much they loved seeing Bottle Boy run at the tour.  People told me they’d bet one another to see who could find me first.  One guy told me he had a drinking game with his friends where they’d have to do a shot every time they saw me.  I guess there was something about a crazy looking giant Bottle running in the middle of nowhere in the midst of a serious, dramatic bike race, that is funny and it feels great to know I gave people a laugh.

And the sales have been incredible.  Prior to the Tour we received 10-15 online orders a day, which I was very happy with.  In ONE day during the tour we received 570!  My dad, who was managing the orders while I was gone, was freaking out!  I’ve been back now for a week and we are just now catching up.  And right after the flood of online orders came the flood of retail and distributor orders.  We’ve hired 6 high school and college kids from the neighborhood to help us pack.  We are also quickly running out of inventory, which is a good problem to have, but still a problem.

We filled up an entire USPS truck. And that was just half a day's orders.

Rachael, from UPS, rides clean

My hope is that this is the beginning of something great for Clean Bottle.  I believe we are solving a real problem that people have with cleaning out bottles and are doing it with a high quality product at a fair price.  It’s my goal to keep all of our customers happy and smiling. This is going to be an amazing journey and I am excited for it and look forward to continue to share it with all of you.

Thanks for reading!

Tour de France 2010 - thats a wrap!

Tour de France Diaries – Stage 12: Col d Tourmalet

July 29, 2010

Stage 12 – Col d Tourmalet

I will never complain about hot weather again.  Never.  The hottest weather in the world beats rain and cold hands down when you are Bottle Boy.  I found that out today.

The Col d Tourmalet stage is the “Queen Stage” of the Tour.  It finishes at the top of the Col d Tourmalet, one of cycling’s most famous climbs.  We drove up and parked on the backside of the mountain, about 8 k from the finish.  The front side of the mountain had been closed to traffic for 4 days, that’s how busy it was.  The mountain was totally socked in with fog and storms regularly came through, totally soaking the parking lot.

This is worse than San Francisco in the summer!

Just as we went to sleep a group of Spaniards parked right next to us and started playing their car horn like a musical instrument for half an hour or so.  No bueno.

I prayed for better weather the next day but my prayers weren’t answered.  In fact, it was even colder and wetter than the day before.  Lei decided it wasn’t worth the risk of getting sick to go out, so I was left to finish the last stage on my own.  Lei has been a great help for the past week, but now it was time to fight the mountain on my own.

We used some good old American Ingenuity to tape Bottle Boy with plastic bags so that he wouldn’t get too wet or soggy.  You can see some photos of it here. I then packed up and headed to my date with destiny.

Lei taping up Bottle Boy. What a good caretaker.

4 kilometers from the top there was a police officer stopping everyone with bikes.  Only foot traffic would be permitted up further.  The Tourmalet was really throwing everything it had at me!  I trudged up the climb towing Bottle Boy, constantly hearing all the comments about “must be your mother in law in there” or “is that a dead body” for the one millionth time.  The nice thing is that I could pretend I didn’t understand whatever language was being spoken to me, even if it was English.  That way at least I didn’t have to explain what the costume was.  In case you didn’t notice by now, I wasn’t in the best of moods.

On my way up I passed by the production booth of the ASO, the organizers of the Tour de France.  These are the folks that take down videos of me from Youtube and are probably pretty pissed that I have turned the national pride of France into one big Clean Bottle commercial.  I had to chuckle as I walked right by them with Bottle Boy.  I could just picture the scene inside the room when they see me run by in costume every day.  There is some French guy with greasy hair, a thin mustache and constantly smoking a cigarette and pacing back and forth as the Tour plays in several monitors around him.  Then Bottle Boy runs with the riders and Frenchie sees it and shakes his fist and screams “Ack, Le Bottle Boy!  I will get you!”  That image in my mind is what kept me going.  Nothing beats pissing off the French J

Just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse I got to the top and saw the crowd.  The road was extremely narrow and they were only letting people pass on one side of the shoulder.  Both sides were fenced off and the side of the road abutted a huge wall, so there was only about a two foot wide walking path to summit the road.  This was also prime viewing space, so people were lined up.

I had to carry Bottle Boy through this.

I walked about a kilometer in this narrow space before it finally opened up.  I couldn’t believe I made it through, it was almost the last straw for me.  Here are some photos of how tight it was.

I made my way down the mountain and ran into some friends, Glen and Franz, I had met at an earlier stage.  They are following almost the whole Tour and they have serious Bottle Boy potential.  I’d be more than happy to fund someone’s Tour trip next year as long as they ran with Bottle Boy.  They were both in great moods despite the fact that it was dumping on all of us.  Their disposition cheered me up a bit.  We talked about how crazy cycling fans are.  Franz and Glen had been on the mountain for 8 hours, and we were still 4 hours away from seeing the race go by.  Imagine telling a football fan to wait in a cramped space for 12 hours, with no bathroom and no beer and in the rain, just to see about 1 minute of the Superbowl.  That’s basically what 100,000s of fans do every day at the Tour.

It cleared up for a while . . .

. . . and then the fog came in again.

We hung out for a few hours and then I made my way down the hill a bit more where it was more mellow.  I donned the costume and walked around a bit and came across a pack of rowdy Spanish fans who had obviously been drinking cervezas all day.  They took one look at me, started chanting something and then before I knew what was going on they hoisted me on their shoulders and started throwing me high in the air.  Now my Tour experience was complete.  I wish I had a photo of that, it really was incredible and I just had to laugh at my whole experience.  What a way to end it.

The riders came by and I ran like hell as Schleck and Contador passed.  It was my last run and I wasn’t stopping until my legs gave out.

I made my way back up and then back down the mountain and finally got back to the car at around 8:30.  Lei and I need to be in Amsterdam the next day around noon, and it’s a 14 hour drive so we hopped in the car and went for it.  I guess that is the Time Trial in my own personal Tour de France.  Stay tuned to hear about how the drive went .

Thanks for reading!

Tour de France Diaries Stage 11 – the Worst Hotel Ever

July 28, 2010

After the Aubisque the lack of a proper shower and bed for two weeks had just become too much for me.  So we decided to go to a hotel.  We drove down into the more major towns and found the Hotel Printania.  It looked okay from the outside, but I should have ignored the clear red flag when they advertised their two star rating as you can see in the photo.

That’s like saying “come to our hotel, we’re just so so”.  You actually see a bunch of hotels advertise that they are two stars.  The first time I saw it I cracked up.

Hotel "We're Just Okay!"

Well as it turns out, those two stars were awarded in 1995, which I believe is the last time they cleaned the place.  The shower was a bathtube with shower hose which wasn’t attached to anything.  It looked like it had a wall mount at one point, I’m guessing 1995, but it was cracked and busted up.  So you had to hold the shower hose with your hand, which makes it tough to soap up at the same time.

Plus there was no shower curtain.  And since you are holding the shower hose, the entire bathroom gets wet, turning the floor into one giant slip-n-slide in a matter of seconds.  Lovely.

Check out the peeling and decaying wallpaper as wel.  That was right next to the shower – not as if you needed any more reminder that the hotel sucked while you were taking your shower.

the lovely view from the shower. How can the hotel owner sleep at night?

The thing I needed most besides a good shower was an internet connection and a television.  Right outside of our window, as you can see here, was a satellite.  Despite this proximity, neither the internet or the television worked.

Apparently the satellite was an elaborate weather vane or something because we didn't have a working TV or internet in the room despite being 5 feet from it.

There was no real shower, or internet or television but there were a ton on flies.  If you’ve just eaten, don’t look at the picture below.  Right outside our balcony it was covered in flies, a moving, swarming mass of them.  It was truly disgusting.

These people are definitely not riding clean.

I went down to the front desk to complain, hoping to get a discount or something.  All I got was a response that “In France we take baths so we don’t need showers”  and “the TV used to work”.  When I showed the lady a photo of the flies she said “you have a nice balcony”.

She offered to just let us give her the key back, but this was really the only room in town, and I now understood why.

I miss America.

Stage 10 – Col d Aubisque

July 27, 2010

The Col d Aubisque is one of the more famous climbs in cycling.  For this stage, they have it 60 kilometers before the finish, so it won’t be as decisive as in years past, but that didn’t stop the fans from coming out in droves.  Thursday’s stage, the Tourmalet, is nearby, so they have closed all roads going to the Aubisque and the Tourmalet since Sunday – two days ago.

The Aubisque is about a 11 mile climb.  Usually we can park a few miles down from the backside of a climb and that way we don’t have to climb the whole thing with our bottles in tow.  That wasn’t the case here.  Bummer.  I knew the Tourmalet was going to be tough, but I wasn’t expecting this stage to be this logistically challenging.

So Lei and I did what we had to do and climbed up the 11 miles.  My legs are still throbbing from it.  Most people didn’t want to bike that far, so there were some good spots to run and we ended up getting on TV 3 times!

Proof that I made it up

My arch rival the Yeti. The dude takes a car up the climbs. What a wussy!

Just as the last group passed it started to drizzle.  Bottle Boy does not like the rain so we packed up as quickly as possible and tried to out ride the rain.  11 miles of descending with these contraptions makes for a good adrenaline rush, and by the time we got to the bottom I was exhausted.  Our car was full of flies, the shower drain wasn’t working so we’d have a mini cess pool below us every time we showered, and it was damn hot.  So, I made the executive decision that we were going to grab a hotel room.  I just needed space and a decent shower.  And the next day was a rest day so we didn’t have to get going super early.

See my next blog post for the Hotel Report.  Its entitled “The Worst Hotel Ever”.  You think I liked it much?

Tour de France Diaries Stage 9 – Cote de Bales

July 21, 2010

Stage 9 – Cote de Bales

This Tour is turning into my own personal Groundhog Day.  It goes as follows:

1)      Get woken up by flies buzzing my face at around 9 am.  I am bleary eyed, groggy, sniffly, sweaty and I turn and realize a 6’2” 200 lb Chinese guys is 2 inches away from me, snoring.  For those of you who don’t know – I somehow talked my friend, Lei, into coming with me.  I got him a costume as well so the two of us could go up there and maximize TV coverage.  He thought he was in for a fun, relaxing vacation in France.  Sorry Lei!

2)      Get up, take some allergy medicine, drink some water and wake up the “Beast from the East” (Lei’s nickname)

3)      Try to find food.  Strangely, in France the culinary highlight of the day has been the breakfasts, where we go to a “Patisserie” and buy a sh*t-ton of food.  Lei and I wait in what is invariably a long line.  When we get to the counter we mumble and point and take way too long.   We hear the French hissing to themselves behind us.

4)      We gorge ourselves on pastries.  I love pastries but to me they almost have to be accompanied by coffee.  Patisserie only serve Pastries.  No coffee.  Major bummer.

5)      Lei & I head back to the campervan and begin to pack up and get ready.  I love Lei but he is not the fastest guy in the world so usually I take out the costumes, load them onto the bikes and pack the bag, all in the time it takes for him to find his sunglasses.

Bottle Boy's three rigs.

6)      We make our way up the climb.  This involves a lot of knee smashing, slow RPM climbing, where we are constantly cheered on by people who can’t believe we are climbing with what appears to be either a huge set of golf clubs or a coffin.

"Allez Bottle Boy!"

7)      We scope out our running spots and sit together and eat lunch.

8)      The crazy caravan comes by.  The caravan is great the first time you’ve seen it.  After the 11th time, its still cool, but you don’t need any of the hats or key chains or signs they are throwing out as you pass by.  When I first saw the caravan I tried to jump for everything they threw out, but I got nothing.  Now, I just lay on the side of the road and get pelted with stuff.  It feels as if they are aiming right at me and throwing as far as they can.

9)      When I hear the helicopters I put on the suit.  First the pants and then the shoes  – Even Bottle Boy puts his pants on one leg at a timeJ   I wait until the last minute because its hot in there and I don’t want to attract too much attention.

A motor powered mascot. Someday, Bottle Boy. Someday.

10)   I say a few prayers to the costume Gods that I don’t take out the peloton but still manage to get a good shot.  So far the Gods have smiled on me.

11)   Run

12)   Run

13)   Run

14)   Take off the costume, pack it up and descend to Lei’s spot.

15)   We get to the car.  By this time we are sweaty, overheated and overtired.  I usually have a beer to decompress and then we pack up.

Its beer thirty.

16)   Drive for 3 hours, stop for food and pray we can find a gas station that is open.  In addition to needing gas regularly, our car also has a slow leak in the left tire, so we have to find a place that is open.  In France and in the evening, this is easier said then done.

17)   Get as close as possible to the final climb, usually around 1 am or so.  Try to find a parking spot, which is usually very difficult given it seems that most of Holland and Belgium and every man woman and child from Luxemberg are following the tour via campervan.  Eventually we find a spot .

18)   2 am, get into the bed in the campervan, which is really just a giant shelf space.

19)   See step 1.

So that’s pretty much how it went today.  This stage was exciting because Andy Schleck dropped his chain right after attacking and Contador didn’t wait for him.  I guess I was running alongside Andy right after he re-mounted.  I should have given him a push 🙂

Thanks for reading!

Tour de France Diaries – Stage 8 to Ax 3

July 21, 2010

Stage 8 – Ax 3.

This is a stage us Bottle Boys dream about.  An 8 kilometer climb at the very end of the stage and near a town so you don’t have to park 15 miles away and bike the costume a long way to the base of the climb.

Here is how we carry these costumes by the way.

From all the reactions to this bag I've now learned how to say "is that your mother-in-law" in French, Spanish and Dutch.

It isn’t the most elegant solution, but it works.  I have no idea how we are going to get these up the last climb of the Tour, the Tourmalet.  Apparently they close the road down a week before hand, it is so crowded.  And it is a 22 kilometer climb.  So, we will have a long journey up it, that’s for sure.

Now that we are at the Pyrenees we are close to Spain.  We are also closed to something called Andorra.  Will somehow tell me what the hell Andorra is?  Isn’t it a city in Star Wars.  Anyways, it was cool to hear a lot of Spanish being spoken out on the course.  I actually know a little bit of Spanish – so it was nice to be able to communicate for a change instead of point at things and say ‘Merci’.

The Spaniards come out in full force for their cyclists.  The road was absolutely packed and it was quite a scene.  Check out these photos of an actual bar a group of Spainards had set up on one of the corners of the climb.  It had several working taps, loud music and of course a bunch of men dancing in women’s underwear.

The bar 3 kilometers up the climb. Unbelievable. And I took this the day BEFORE the stage.

I think "Fetard" is French for "cross dresser"

We made our way up to the top, getting cheered on by all the spectators because of the load we were carrying. I met some great Spanish guys who helped me transform into Bottle Boy and had a good run with the riders.  Lei did well as well, lets see if we get some TV time.

We’re on our way to the top of the last climb of tomorrow’s stage, the 20 kilometer Port de Bales.  Pray that we can find some room to park somewhere on the climb.  I don’t think I have two more 20 kilometer climbs in my legs.

Thanks for reading!

post-stage hydration