When I was in my first professional team, the Burgos 2016-Castilla y León and it was my second race in this category, La Roue Tourangelle, a classic UCI 1.2 in France.
We were with the team in Burgos, I was a youthful newcomer and we went out for a ride, about 90 kilometers, and smooth.
In the middle of the route, we decided to stop for a coffee, and while we were talking in the cafeteria, my partner, by then, Pascual Orengo pretended to receive a call from the team manager, Julio Andrés Izquierdo, and said aloud: “Yes Julio … how? Finally 7 instead of 8 will race? Are you serious!? And who arrives at the hotel the last stays outside? … “. After finishing the call, he explained us everything that manager told him and our faces were like a poem.
Afterwards, we paid for the coffee immediately and left in a hurry to the hotel.
Although all that sounded rather strange, I did not hesitate for a moment and I hurried away, I did not want to check in my own skin if it was something false or true.
We rode the 45 kilometers that we had to Burgos at a crazy speed and the relays were missing during the whole way. I did not stop pedaling for a single moment and always trying to be in the first line when we arrived at the hotel.
When we arrived, I confirmed my suspicions that it was a joke by my teammates who wanted to make me a hazing and, in the end, we all had to suffer.