Tour de Burg 2011: You ainn't gonna shit right for a week

I'm not gonna start a multi-day stage race report on a Friday. Just doesn't make sense in terms of continuity and my current attention span. After a full day of work on limited sleep and last night's shower, I'm still only operating at somewhere around 80% of normal capacity. I did manage to unload the car last night. I found Harlan's nutsack on the floor and consumed the contents. Finders keepers and all.

As always, le Tour de Burg has taken its toll on me. Sore legs, stiff neck, crusty eyes, cold sores... I'm pretty sure I still have the remains of at least one gnat lodged somewhere in my left eyelid. After riding over 300 miles and climbing more than 31,000 feet in six days, I'm not sure how else I should feel. I really should take a day off after the event to sleep and lick my wounds, but such is the life of the unprofessional cyclist.

As opposed to last year, when at the completion of the event I vowed to skip a year before I came back, I'm pretty sure I'll be back again in 2012. It's the people, the trails, the experience... it's all so worth it. Some of the people I see at the Tour, I only see at the Tour. These are not your typical garden variety racer boys and girls. They are hard people who like to ride bikes, make friends, and fuck dudes....

I guess you had to be there.

Just like kindergarten, everybody at le Tour de Burg is a winner.

Stage reports begin on Monday.