Well, the wine label goes on about how syrah is a feminine wine, called la syrah in France. I really have no clue why they named it that. The front label has what appears to be a perfumier or something stuffing a bouquet of flowers into his coat which holds other mysterious packets.

But back to the book! I know exactly the feeling he is describing- I felt it setting up my bike at transition at the last (second) triathlon I "raced" in. I feel it when I show up at the start of a brevet. I feel like, these other people are so much better/faster/more knowledgeable than me; what am I even doing here? I feel like, in a minute everyone is going to figure out I don't belong. But, this is what I want to do. It is what makes me happy. I want to do the best I can, keep improving, but I know I will never be the fastest. Even if I'm last, I still did it.

Nanci