And, I was there!
As prompted by my new pal Sally, over at Homebody at Heart, I scoured the giornali to find our when and where the famous bike race would blaze through Catanzaro. The when was yesterday, May 13, 2008 – around 5:00 PM, they said … The where? Right outside casa mia, piu’ o meno.
The poor bikers had to slush their way from Pizzo Calabro to Catanzaro Lido on one of the most dismal days we’ve had this month.
“If it stops raining, I’m going!” I announced to my sweetie.
At 3:30, however, I receive a somewhat frantic phone call.
“I’m watching the Giro on TV, wanna watch it with me?”
“Uhm. No. I don’t want to watch it on TV when I can walk 1/2 kilometer and see it LIVE!”
“Then, we better get going,” Peppe said. “They just passed Soverato!”
“An hour and a half early?”
So, we jumped in the car, because, you know, it might start raining again and we’d want to get back, and rushed to the scene.
Activity was mounting, and we had a few false alarms as to when the group would actually arrive.
This, however, was our first clue they were close.
Then, I saw this.
“Oh,” I told Pep. “I didn’t realize they were these kinds of bikes!”
Ha, ha, ha … I know, I am funny!
Then, the leader of the pack.
And, a good NINE minutes later …
Man, they go fast!
And, this guy almost hit me!
And, then it was over. All of the excitement and build-up for a whopping 30 seconds of fun. No comments, please!
But, it WAS fun. So much in fact, I can’t wait until next year, where I plan to park my happy self with a fully-charged battery and be waiting at the end waving an American flag.
So, tell me. If you were watching the Giro on TV, what did you think? Didn’t you think Catanzaro was lovely, despite the gray skies? And, what about that tragic crash at the end? Ouch!