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Walk like an Egyptian

Or in my case, live like an Italian..... Once again, I found myself this morning in that dark room spinning my fanny off at 5:30am. Kim, Heather and I pondered a few of life's questions as we were setting up our bikes.  Those thoughts, along with Heather's dead stares of "why am I here at 5:15am?", lead me to this question:  Would an Italian from the Cinzano Cycling Team respect a fellow countryman/woman who rides a bike without feeling that salty Mediterranean…