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Iz nice ze mobile phone on ze toilet or vat? [BLOG]

I am on an airplane right now and thought I’d share a quick story with you.

I just went to the little boys room…just for a tinkle, nothing serious. Anyways, on my way up the aisle I had my iPhone out because I was finishing editing a secret photo I took of the man in front of me who has whiskers on his face (that is another story see: http://instagr.am/p/Q4uC0/). So I reach the little area where the stewardesses hang out, greet the small German stewardess who is brewing coffee or something along the likes of that. To be honest I didn’t look that closely. All that matters is that she said ‘hallo’ back. At this moment in time I still have my phone in hand as I enter the bathroom.

Upon entrance to the airplane bathroom, I notice how incredibly small it is, put my phone in my pocket, drain the main vein, wash my hands…then I think ‘hey, you should take a picture of how cramped it is in here for your loving twitter followers.’ I reach for my trusty phone, snap a few pics (can’t just take ONE, see: http://instagr.am/p/Q4uCq/), and open the bathroom door back up.

The small German stewardess is still doing her thing and I greet her again… To which she gives me an interesting look, eyes my phone and says:

“Iz nice ze mobile phone on ze toilet or vat?”

This question caught me off guard, I was rather unprepared to answer it so it took me a second to process if she was making fun of me or actually asking if my phone was nice to use while sitting on the toilet. I briefly flashed back to all the times that I have used my mobile phone on the toilet and considered a polite ‘why yes, it is.’

The processing began to evolve however I was able to conclude that she was in fact a short middle aged German woman who worked all day on airplanes, and that THIS was a snarky comment. A dig at my personal hygiene so to speak.

I stumbled over my words as I attempted to explain that I was taking pictures of myself in the mirror…her already raised eyebrow slowly inching further and further up her forehead. How does one get the message ‘I’M A CLEAN PERSON’ across in all-caps like that to a small German woman without explicitly saying it?

One of life’s mysteries.

After some awkward laughter on my part I admitted defeat and just walked back down the aisle to seat 7D. I am still questioning myself as to whether or not I actually did wash my hands.

Damn! I’m all insecure about my hygiene now!

:^P

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McEwen’s wheel, and realizing I am still a fanboy.

I experienced an interesting moment yesterday, in stage 4 of Franco-Belge.

After Michi Schar absolutely buried himself to bring me up next to the Sky train with just under a kilometer to go, I drifted back to fight for the best wheel in the house, the wheel directly behind CJ Sutton, Team Sky’s leader. As my elbows inched outward ever so slightly, as to let whomever was already there know that I was getting ready to fight, I heard a familiar Aussie accent call my name. In what was most definitely not a shout, but not quiet enough to be a whisper (we were travelling at about 65 kph), I recognized the voice immediately.

This familiar voice belonged to Robbie McEwen.

As long as I have watched cycling, Robbie McEwen has been an idol of mine. His tenacity in the bunch, and ability to snatch stage wins away from even the most organized lead-out trains always made him easy to root for. Robbie was actually one of the first pros that I met in 2005 when my Dad took me to the Tour de France to follow for a couple weeks. That trip to France wound up being one of the main reasons I decided to race a bike, and having the ability to meet guys like Robbie in the rider’s village each morning definitely spiked my initial interest even more.

‘I want to be like these guys Dad, this is so cool.’

Over the course of this year I have had the fortune of getting to know Robbie even more, as we are now co-workers–as I am now ‘one of the guys’. Needless to say he is a classy champion and very nice and open to talk to. I still like to see him win, even though he is technically my competition.

So back to the race.

As I drifted back preparing for a fight, the 2-3 seconds following my recognizing the fact that I was about to brawl with McEwen, I experienced a condensed version of everything I have just recounted to you. I am still very much the fanboy I was back at age 15, and so when the time came to put the power to the pedals and crane the neck over to attempt to push out one of the most successful sprinters of all time, who happens to be very nice to me, and who I respect a whole heck of a lot, the power never came and I continued to drift backwards.

I ended up brawling a bit with Guardini from ISD who I had narrowly missed crashing into the day prior as he rolled along the ground in front of me. After a couple bumps I figured I’d rather stay upright than bouncing across the tarmac with a small and probably very angry Italian, and finally slotted myself in his wheel. As the sprint came I was nice and gassed from my time fighting in the wind that I lacked the big kick that powered the likes of McEwen and Guardini to 1st and 2nd on the stage. Rolling in for 8th I was satisfied but still realize that I have a lot of work to be done…

 

A big thank you goes out to my amazing teammates who believe in me each day. As I progress and keep climbing up the results sheet, I hope to pay them back for all the work they have done and energy they have sacrificed for me with some big wins!!!

 

Asta la vista baby,

 

-tp

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