I’ve spent the past couple weeks in the Wallon province of Namur, staying with the family of Michel, our European soigneur with team Canada, and an all around legend. He raced as a pro years ago, has an astonishing palmares, and has been involved with Belgian professional teams all of his life. It’s been a bit like having a hockey dad for cycling, and I am incredribly grateful for everything that he and his family have been doing for me. The Wallon way of life is wonderful and I’ve been getting by pretty well with the French language.
I’ve done a ton of work this week in preparation for June; with 3 races, a pile of kilometers and heaps of time behind the moto. Things are coming good. I could use some better luck however. Yesterday in a top notch kermesse I was in the winning break and about to start mixing things up, when my tire went flat. It happened through a corner and after a massive speed way style fishtail, I managed to straighten out and keep things upright. Unfortunately that was the end of the race for me with no neutral support. Shit happens. Just gotta keep plugging away, do things right and make good things happen.
This afternoon is my final race over here for the next while, as I head back to Canada on Wednesday. Lets just say I have an amazing Grandma.