That is quite comforting, particularly as I will be back in North Bay and living with my parents' satelite dish by then. Surely one of the multitude of channels they get will be carrying the Vuelta.

New obsessions are great, and having a passel of lovely British girlies to mentor me into this one made it even greater. Also, unlike my usual preoccupations, I can even talk to my father about cycling, although most of our conversations so far have revolved around me trying to convince him that not every professional athlete is using drugs. He's a very cynical man. It's part of his charm.

I may need a cycling icon.

*ponders*