Onward and Upward, Doug.

So I've been magically whisked away from our villa overlooking Laguna Beach, and now find myself in Park City, Utah. Of course, when I say "magically whisked away" I mean I drove a rented Ford fucking Explorer all the fucking way here yesterday. So that was nice. We're here for the Tour of Utah -- something in between the Tour of Lovell and collegiate racing, but with a few faster guys.

As for the end of elite nationals, well that didn't go so well. I burned my matchbook trying to bring back the big breakaway of the day -- I didn't close the gap completely, but I brought it back close enough that two of my teammates were able to bridge across. I got dropped not long after that, but I felt satisfied -- that is, until both of my teammates in the breakaway got dropped, leaving us with nobody in the leading group. Then I wished I'd pulled a little harder. Oh well.

I'll leave you with a final picture of Doug, the magnificent pug.