This morning I got up in good spirits, feeling strong and ready for stage 3. So it was quite a shock to hear from the police at 5:45am, when going to breakfast, that 11 of the 15 bikes were stolen from the hotel “secured” garage.
First, little prelude on good spirits: thank you all for the encouraging messages last night–they really lift me up (great to have Internet and social media!). I want to especially thank my two boys (8 and 12) who send me a text and email last night:
Papa you will do good biking today I know you will 🚵🚵🚵🚵🚵🚲🚲🚲🚲
Mom said that it was a hard time for you today and that you pushed through it. That’s good ! I’m going off to my friends house so if you reply I won’t see it right away.
Pain is just weakness leaving the body
I love Shannon and my 4 kids!
Back to the theft: I had asked the lady twice last night whether is was safe… Never considered the fact that 15 expensive bikes are a magnet. Bikes were stolen professionally between 2 and 4am: they drilled the door lock and got into the garage. Picked the 11 most expensive bikes. We each filed a report at the gendarmerie: adding up cost of my Canondale Super Six with power meter and wheels is about $9,000. There’s a guy who just got himself an $18,000 Pinarello setup for his 60th birthday; there was a custom Storck (supposedly 14,000 euro)… So the thieves got $100,000 worth
I never considered this contingency, but will never not put my bike in the hotel room. (Write this down Aaron for next year!)
Now, just told my friend Neal (whose feeling depressed now), that in the bigger scheme of things this isn’t that bad. He had told me that we each would have at least one thing go wrong during the 7 days. Let’s hope this is “the thing”; Rather this than a crash or worse…
The entire race organizing team has been at our hotel since 6am and have been great! thank you Matt–know that we all appreciate the efforts you guys are putting in in general, and to get us back in the race in particular!
It also is comforting this happened to 11 of us–sharing misery reduces it greatly. It would be totally different if only my bike was stolen…
Two Swiss riders threw in the towel and just left for home. The remaining 9 of us will be transported by taxi around 10am to the next stage hotel in Serre Chevalier. I suggested we get a special long massage before the riders get in :). The organizers took our sizes and said they will get us bikes to race again tomorrow. Sure, I will miss my power meter, but hey, I will just hold Henk’s or Gerry’s wheel (we are close :).
Will make the best of this… Thinking about the news Lauren received last week (Shannon’s best friend and I’ve been thinking of her on both stages during my last climb–Lauren and Todd: you’ve got to hope, believe, and keep pushing whatever can be pushed in the medical system–you are in our thoughts and prayers), this news is just peanuts…
But it was tough seeing the riders pass by our hotel this morning at 7am on a crisp but magnificent morning… We told the four riders who still had their bikes to ride strong for all of us!