Larry Perera Cycling Diary
Fiordifrutta Cycling Team

so. the journey from mexico city to tucson was fairly brutal. i sat in traffic for 2 hours on the way to the airport, barely made my flight, and had to sit next to a woman who looked like she had caught some furious strain of the killer flu. i wouldnt have been surprised if she hadnt made beyond the take-off let alone across the border into the US. anyhow i arrived in tucson, the airport was empty, as was the passenger pick-up section outside the baggage claim. i sat in a discarded wheelchair for the better part of three hours waiting for someone to pick me up. that didnt happen, so i hired a cab to take me to my second home, epic cafe. even though i have no idea where my teammates are, or where i am staying, or whether i was really supposed to go to the "B team" training camp in Florida with Adam "im now 1/3 more pro than you and the season hasnt even started" Hodges Myerson, ill just call today another travel day, and keep on smiling. at least until we start training. ok time to go track those teammates down.

lp