Unit 23, come in 23! Do you need me out there? Do you need my assistance?

11 comments in the previous post.  A new record. Bam.I generally try to avoid writing about racing and instead focus on tidbits of life off the bike. However, on stage 3 of Tour of California this year, I had a funny experience that's worthy of the blog: After about 4 hours of racing, I reached into my right rear pocket for a delicious 1st Endurance bar and instead yanked out my cell phone! I'd eaten a couple of bars already, but apparently hadn't yet felt my cellular unit and was totally surprised with this discovery. I admit felt like some thing of an idiot since I rarely ride with my phone and definitely don't purposely race with it, but also decided that I'd be a fool to not take advantage of this situation. Much to Nick Reistad's dismay, I didn't go as far as make a phone call (although that would have been pretty awesome), but I did take some discrete camera phone pics.The groupetto climbing Sierra. Mind you, half of this group is ProTour, so we're still pretty darn elite:Garrett planning his last minute groupetto attack to overtake Pipp, who was talking smack earlier in the stage:Self portrait. Beautiful:So the lesson learned here today is this: if you're lucky enough to find a cell phone in your pocket, be extra cool and call me. (Caution: USCF/UCI rules for in race communication are probably strictly applicable to radios. You might get booted from the race for making a phone call.)