Dear Whitelines,
I worked in a chalet in St Anton this past season. While setting up the table for breakfast one morning, the guy I work with gave me a bottle of the chalet red wine and ‘dared me’. Next thing I know I’m a couple bottles down and slicing the salami for breakfast, when I almost slice the end of my finger off. Patched it up and went out, forgot about it until I was riding the next day and my glove filled up with blood!
– James Thomas
