On Tuesday evening the race was cancelled and hell broke lose:
everybody was stampeding out the door.... But first they hit the bar: Now I can see why American Training centres do not have bars....their athletes are not trained enough to survive some heavy drinking.
Anyways: next morning everybody got up, dug out the cars, loaded the sleds and headed off for Munich...Almost everybody: One of the trucks had problems with the brake line and guess who was one of four to stay behind to take care of this little problem??? Of course! The team manager!!! At the end I didn't mind: the next day was beautiful weather down in the valley and had the rentall car company provided a solution to the problem, it wouldn't have been that bad....
So, it was a little stressful and my Italian is good enough to order a bottle of red wine....actually I can do that in almost any language... With the help of my favourite German son, who did not even complain about the phone call early morning, we found an exchange car and got out late at night!
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