You can be Aldag
Michael and I watched Hell on Wheels the other night.
It was really good. Especially for a visual person like me. It was chock full of visual delights ranging from vintage race footage to behind the scenes oddness to panoramic vistas.
But the part that stood out the best, was the subdued friendship between Rolf Aldag and Eric Zabel. Here were two guys who not only genuinely enjoyed racing, but even more so, enjoyed racing together. A couple of old racing dogs, tied by love of the game and of each other's friendship.
I worked my ass off at Cantua. And I got the data to prove it. I spent the entire second lap in zone 8. I was a salty pot of drool after the race.
And I loved every minute of it.
I have not had that much fun in a race since I don't know how long.
Much of the fun can be attibuted to having so many teammates at the race working together, selflessly. Putting into play the many things we practiced. And not settling for second. Going for the win and executing it perfectly. All with smiles.
Thats a big part of it anyway.
But the heart of it is that I got to race with Laura again. And it was just like old times. Except better because now we're older and wiser and we brought flaired out friends.
You ever race with someone...that you know so well, that you can speak sentences to each other with just a look? Thats how it was for us. I don't think we said more than a few words to each other during the race, but we knew exactly what the other was thinking, how the other felt, and what and how we were gonna do what we did.
And then we did it.
It hardly gets better than that.