The day of the Tour had dawned and I was up by 4 am. It had been a very bad night with poor sleep and I was a nervous wreck. I had lost all confidence in self and somehow had started doubting my cycling capabilities. I almost had a panic attack (if that is the correct word) and was on the verge of calling up Sachin to withdraw from the Tour. Tea and some contemplation calmed me and with a hesitant change of mind, I was back to getting ready for the Tour albeit a bit slower.
Cycling gear on, I finally hailed an Uber to Ravi Bhawan - our gathering point for the start of the Tour. All along in the cab I had this weird feeling of dread and trepidation about my own self. Would I be able to cycle along the big shots and those on their road bikes since I was but a hybrid biker? Funnily enough, I don’t know why these self doubts had suddenly appeared. I had done a good number of brevets in the past and had never had such self-depreciating feelings ever, not even on my first Brevet!
The cabbie, considerably chatty considering the time of the morning eased me a bit. He dropped me at Ravi Bhawan and as I made my way inside the premises, I realised that I hadn’t taken out my bag from the luggage compartment. A stream of expletives to self and I was back on the road running after the cab shouting for him to stop! Since he hadn’t gone much far, I was lucky and was soon making my way back to Ravi Bhawan with luggage in tow. Somehow the day was refusing to start on a sober note!