This is going to be a problem. British Airlines had the bag when I was in London, but have seemed to missplace it since. No record of the bag at all now. I have no way to assemble my bike without it. Trudi is flying in at 3 from Spain. Maybe I’ll try to go down to the BMC Service Course and get a bike. As hard as I’ve been trying not to, I’m getting pretty stressed from this whole adventure.

Only 4 hours at the Brussels Airport today. Still no bag which means still no bike.

But, I do have a bicycle to ride now. I picked up Trudi and Jurgen (BMC mechanic and Service Course manager), who both flew in from the BMC training camp in Valencia, Spain.

Long story short, I have a BMC ‘ cross bike that sort of fits. 11-speed Campy.

It was an hour and a half back to Mol through Antwerp. We stopped and had dinner (the first meal I’ve eaten since landing) and got back to the cabin a little after 10.

So, I adjusted the seat, messed with the brakes some and went for a ride on the course. Mainly for peace of mind.

It was nice. Full moon. I got back a little after midnight. So much for getting on the right time.

I’m crossing my fingers for my bag. I don’t have the proper clothing to ride in and I really need my own bike. But, today is the highlight of the trip, by far.