Velonews flew me to Madison, WI and put me up in a nice hotel so I could watch Natz.
If only I could have enjoyed it.
The weekend was basically one 72-hour panic attack as I ran across the frozen tundra of Wisconsin, scratching illegible trying to convince America that I understood what I was doing.
But there's no place I'd rather have been than inside of that fencing, watching Jeremy Powers finally win the national championship.
