The riders hated the mud, but it was old school epic. I figure if you can cycle at that level a bit of dirt and mud is doable, and it was amazing to see the stage unfold. I admit that Cadel Evans is my hero, and to see him calmly take the lead over that hard end to a stage and finish with poise was fantastic. Yes I sacrificed a race to stay up so late and see the pros do it. It was an inspiration, and I am privileged to have that race as part of my cycling memory.
I think I will try and make a few memories of my own now. Go Cadel.