Oh my. Who knew the UCI Worlds would be so much fun? The peeps and I walked up the road over the weekend to see what all the fuss was about.
So, if you’ve never watched a bike race before, let me help you follow along. By the way, my house is just TWO BLOCKS from the team time trials race course. Sweet. But, I got into a little trouble and wasn’t allowed to go back. More about that in a minute.
See, the helicopter follows along so the TV people and the Jumbotron people can figure out where all the packs are. My peep calls them “pods,” but I respectfully remind Her that this term is reserved for a pack of dolphins, NOT cyclists. (I know more than She does, about everything.)
Then, the motorcycle lets you know that the pack is directly behind, so you better watch carefully.
Now, if you don’t know who Rohan Dennis is, let me enlighten you: according to the guy on TV – a Brit who did a wonderful job of explaining things – Rohan Dennis is THE BEST cyclist in the world. And I was THIS CLOSE to him. Amazing. You can touch me now. You’re welcome.
We’ve got lots of little movies of the teams, but We think that this one is his team. Because of the uniform colors and the fact that a guy on the back of a motorcycle was standing UP with a TV camera following them. Process of deduction.
Oh me. So, here’s why I got in trouble. I only saw one day of the trials. The peeps left me at home on the second day. As you know, I don’t walk, or trot, or gallop much if at all. I saunter. I dawdle. I tawdle. You know that about me. Unless there’s a cat or bunnie or mouse to chase, I’m not much interested in anything except, well, anything that interests ME. (That’s what Scotties doooOOOooo AROOOOOO!)
And the peeps know this, so why They thought I’d trot myself up to the race course, which is about a block longer than my usual daily walk, is absolutely beyond me.
The peepstress got so mad, She picked me up once and carried me. Then, put me down, then threatened to pick me up again. I had NOTHING. OF. THAT. I ran away from Her, in the other direction. Then, She yelled at me. Can you imagine? She never yells at me. It hurt my feelings.
Needless to say, tempers flared and I was banned from future race events.
That’s my story for today.
Bike race, schmike race. You can keep it. My feelings are still hurt. I think. PeeS: She tried to make up to me by raking my coat with Our new Coat King stripping tool. You should have seen the hunks ‘o hair! Do you think I should forgive the peep?