Amuse Bouche

I was just doing my job, the same as the male soigneurs.

The fact was, I was terrified of missing handing an exhausted rider his feed bag. Those lads have suffered enough already. Often I'd have fight my way through crowds of fans too. Belgian fans were especially bad, running like hell from one point of a race to another, not leaving room for staff. In winter races I'd time my arrival at the zone to the last minute, so that the heavily syruped tea we’d made would still be warm enough to heat frozen hands.

From The Race To Truth by Emma O’Reilly (2014). Highly Recommended