A tale reaches us from a training camp in Spain. A rider, having completed the last of his long rides, and feeling that he’d put in a really good week’s work, felt it would be a suitably flamboyant sign-off to cycle straight into the swimming pool of his hotel in front of his mates. He did so.
Unfortunately, he rode into the shallow end, so there was a significant impact with the bottom of the pool, which wrote off his frame.
Secondly, it turned out his GPS wasn’t quite waterproof enough.
Thirdly, nor was his phone.
Fourthly, the hotel management insisted on closing the pool so it could be drained and cleaned, meaning that everyone else staying there was denied a soothing swim, and told that it was all his…