LE TOUR
Bonjour.
I have a complaint.
My work commitments and now the Tour de France are interfering with my reading. I have a choice. I’ll have to resign and/or pour water over my flat screen television causing it to die in smoke, crackle and flame so that I can’t watch those madmen cycling through France and parts of Spain.
This 3445 kilometre relaxing fun ride through the picturesque countryside has me nailed to the idiot-box each night with the result that my bookcrossing book rings and rays are backing up. These cyclers really qualify for a mention on this blog populated by visionaries, maniacs and wide-eyed dreamers. I don’t understand why they don’t buy motor vehicles and rather undertake the tour in style and comfort; surely they’ve made enough money? Maybe they are so high on drugs ‘n dope that they rather prefer to fly without an engine.
Seriously, I have been couch potatoing in front of the television each evening since Monday watching the Tour unfold. Despite all the allegations of doping this is still one of the grand spectacles of modern sport. Lance Armstrong’s attempted comeback after a three year absence is fascinating to watch. The man is 37 years old and is level-pegging the leader, Fabian Cantallara, after nearly a week of racing. I’m not sure that he still has the strength and stamina to take his eighth win but I won’t put it past him. His biggest threat is not Cantallara, but Alberto Contator, his Astana team mate and the 2007 Tour winner, who trails him by some 30 seconds. Astana has four riders in the top five and they’ll need to choose a leader soon.
Contador carries number 21 which means that he's the designated number one with Lance as number 22 his main support. Who is the stronger of the two, and who will give way?
The next three days in the mountains will reveal a clearer picture. Today’s stage from Barcelona to Andorre Arcalus includes a level 1 climb that finishes 2200 meters above sea-level, one of highest points in Tour de France history. This is going to separate the hard men from the boys.
I publicly apologize to my fellow bookcrossers who's waiting for books from me; I’ll get them out as soon as possible but there is a maillot jaune winner in the making to watch.
Au revoir mes amis
I have a complaint.
My work commitments and now the Tour de France are interfering with my reading. I have a choice. I’ll have to resign and/or pour water over my flat screen television causing it to die in smoke, crackle and flame so that I can’t watch those madmen cycling through France and parts of Spain.
This 3445 kilometre relaxing fun ride through the picturesque countryside has me nailed to the idiot-box each night with the result that my bookcrossing book rings and rays are backing up. These cyclers really qualify for a mention on this blog populated by visionaries, maniacs and wide-eyed dreamers. I don’t understand why they don’t buy motor vehicles and rather undertake the tour in style and comfort; surely they’ve made enough money? Maybe they are so high on drugs ‘n dope that they rather prefer to fly without an engine.
Seriously, I have been couch potatoing in front of the television each evening since Monday watching the Tour unfold. Despite all the allegations of doping this is still one of the grand spectacles of modern sport. Lance Armstrong’s attempted comeback after a three year absence is fascinating to watch. The man is 37 years old and is level-pegging the leader, Fabian Cantallara, after nearly a week of racing. I’m not sure that he still has the strength and stamina to take his eighth win but I won’t put it past him. His biggest threat is not Cantallara, but Alberto Contator, his Astana team mate and the 2007 Tour winner, who trails him by some 30 seconds. Astana has four riders in the top five and they’ll need to choose a leader soon.
Contador carries number 21 which means that he's the designated number one with Lance as number 22 his main support. Who is the stronger of the two, and who will give way?
The next three days in the mountains will reveal a clearer picture. Today’s stage from Barcelona to Andorre Arcalus includes a level 1 climb that finishes 2200 meters above sea-level, one of highest points in Tour de France history. This is going to separate the hard men from the boys.
I publicly apologize to my fellow bookcrossers who's waiting for books from me; I’ll get them out as soon as possible but there is a maillot jaune winner in the making to watch.
Au revoir mes amis
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