Yep, its true. My boyfriend won the world famous Wente Road Race today. I taught him everything he knows about bike racing, except how to win on hilly courses. He learned that himself. Just kididng. When we met, I was still riding with underwear on beneath my cycling shorts and he was practically professional. Cool.

According to the cyclingnews.com report, he just attacked from the gun and rode the entire field off his wheel. Then everyone in the pack gave up, too demoralized to go on. So then, after one lap the officials said “Ok Roman, you win.” And he zipped up his jersey and blew kisses to the fans on the side of the road, picked up his huge bag of prize money, and his several barrels of Wente Vineyards wine. From now on, I will only drink Wente Vineyards wine when I am on my bike.

Familiar picture? Stole it from someone who was at the race.