The one for the Haute Route that is. The doc seemed worried even though the checks of pipes and pressures she did were all fine; kinda like isn't that a stupid idea to suffer like a dog for a week? You ride up Mt Seymour by yourself, isn't that dangerous, what if you crap out?!?  (she didn't say that last part but it was implied; I told her the bears would find me).

Anyway, gotta get some blood chemistry work done and an echocardiogram before she'll sign on the dotted line. That way at least we'll know everything is still working as it should.

Damn Russian lady, she clearly doesn't understand us cyclists, but I still love her in a strange kind of way.