When I walked in the front door, I could hear someone on the bicycle trainer. I went upstairs, and Greg Lemond was warming up in the kitchen.
It was a good half-second til I realised the shaggy fella was a friend of Paolo and Davide's, and most certainly not the three-time winner of the Tour de France. Turns out, I just watch way too much bike racing (who knew?) and am now starting to project/hallucinate in the off season.
I'm hoping Miguel Indurain shows up to fix the furnace this week.