Aug 19, 2007 19:54
At the registration building for Paris-Brest-Paris, there is a placard telling you where to go, as divided by nationality. Americans to tables E1 to E3. Canadians to E4. Filipinos to table E6 ... along with the Indians, Pakistanis and Malaysians.
At E6, the volunteer looked like he was taking a nap and seemed a little surprise to have to do something. Jokingly, I asked if it's been a busy day for him and he said, in all seriousness, "actually, there was another of you who came by earlier."
"un autre Filipino?"
"oui, Monsieur."
and he pulled out a sheet of paper showing his signature then looked at me and said "perhaps later you wish to find him."
I will be honest and say that my first thought was to complete the proposal with "perhaps later you wish to find him and break his legs so that glory would be all yours!" but that only lasted a minute.
Now, I'm kind of taken with the idea of finding him and agreeing to ride in together, the first Filipino finishers of PBP finishing in true randoneering fashion. That would be sweet, I think.
though if the guy starts sprinting the last mile to the finish, he's totally going down
brevets,
paris