today I realized how it feels to be Tom Dumoulin. when the pen starts to write while you are on the bike, no toilet in sight, no forests or wooden areas to relieve meself. I had to pedal home 20km while CLENCHING my ass together as hard as possible. you could put a piece of coal in there and it would've come out a pristine diamond. long story short: I made it home, but barely. how was your ride berts?