I cross the line, arms aloft, sitting back in the saddle legs slightly splayed. For a second I was Cipo crossing the line of Milan-San Remo, only to open my eyes to find I've finished a session on the turbo in the garage. I realize I've actually got my arms outstretched , put em down, chuckle and wonder what I was thinking*.
La Primavera is soon upon us, bring on the big guns!
*This pretty much.
