It only took my puppers 3 spins around the block to learn how to get into aero position. Head low, paws tucked, torpedo torso -- you know the drill. We're going for our third round of wind tunnel testing in a few minutes. Just waiting for Team Sky/Now-Ineos to wrap it up in there. His coach did mention he'll need to gain control over his little flopping floppy ears, as we all know that's wasted energy in drag. Like, 0.000025 of unrecoverable watts kind of like my unzipped gilet which I am sure I'll be flamed for by the mates. But we're being supportive of each other through our flaws. He nibbles on my hair and the results are as good as a free haircut. That's a hot commodity in this quarantine, ya know? We're working on getting him to carry extra bidons, but the lack of opposable thumbs is not looking great for his domestique career. And that's why I got the plus, so we can stash extra sustenance for those long days in the sack.