More giddy than a 12 year old girl at a Justin Bieber concert, my eyes ping-ponged from the tour buses to the sign-in chart at the start of the Big Bear Climb stage of the Tour of California in Palmdale. Catching swag in front of the Radio Shack bus, I caught a glimpse of the Belgian champs jersey rolling by. Tomeke! He stopped to talk to a friend and, nearly peeing my pants, I ran up and nervously asked for an autograph. I could never be a cycling reporter. I'm too starstruck. Hincapie, Cavendish, Spartacus...my heros of Flanders and Paris Roubaix were all about me. I tapped Cav on the shoulder and asked him to sign and then passed the pen to Hincapie. On a tip, a friend told me not to miss the start of a race. He couldn't have been more right. At the finish the racers spent carcasses disappear into the trailers, buses and team cars. At the start, they're fresh, casual and all about the fans. One disappointment though, pro cyclists sign autographs like doctors write prescriptions.
Can you match the pictures of my autographed cycling items on this page to the cycling stars pictured (hint, there are four autograph's and 5 superstars pictured?