Oh YES, he did make it to the arrival. Through rain, storm, lightening, darkness, coldness, swollen ancles and many other obstacles. He did make it from Denmark, through Italy and all the way to the finish-line in Milan. 42 of the 198
professional cyclists gave up along the way, but not Keith. I am empty for words but full of memories, inspiration and awe… How incredibly exciting it could be to take some risks in life. One should keep saying YES #25.)…
Who will reach the Stelvio peak? Who have legs and will strong enough? Appointment with fate has been set up on Saturday May 26th…
But before we keep on climbing the highest, sickest mountaintop of them all, let’s take a breather and try to understand this sport that millions and millions of people watch for hours on the telly, or drive miles to get a glimpse of for a fraction of a second.
Keith’s bicycle is rolling rock steady every day, every stage – thank God! He impresses me more and more. My mum, who arrived a few days ago, seems to be rolling along with the flow, and the Giro-organization seems to be keeping the wheels spinning in a professional and extremely friendly way. They even give their precious time to try to help us. We’re now officially a part of the Giro d’Italia 2012!
Why pink? The race was founded by an Italian newspaper 95 years ago, at a time when the color of the newsprints were… Pink! Hence the official color of the Giro. Just like yellow is the official color of Tour de France.
