Well, aren't we having an epic little Tour DAY France ?! More excitement, and a tad bit of Panache, which I guess the French news media thought Floyd lacked.
Well, I have it from an eye witness reporter that most of the French folks really are a bunch of Snooty McSnootersons. Excepting of course any of our relatives that are French. I would never include Mary or any of her gang in that, or Phillippe, for sure.
No, don't call me Floyd. Or late for dinner. But we will certainly try to remember his grittiness while we are out on the course tomorrow. And after 22 days, I will certainly be hearing poor ol' Phil Liggett's voice in my head.... as I'm tapping out a rhythm on my pedals, reaching into my suitcase of courage, and climbing like an angel up the Col du Macchias Cutoff Road.
We're having an early dinner, the bags are packed, the drink bottles are refrigde-ing, bikes are racked, ( a quick little last minute checkup at the bike shop after I thought I was hearing things in the gearing, I wasn't / or I 'was', but fortunately the mechanic spotted that my front tire wasn't really on properly.. EEEK ) Had a little swim this morning. I think we're ready. If one can ever be ready for a 4:00am wake up call.
I must go read more of Floyd's interviews. You should hear Gina do her imitation of his "director sportif" LaLange. Quite good. And that guy is amazing his own self. Drives the car, holds the route chart in left hand, the microphone in right and drives with his knees. and sometimes 2 microphones and a water bottle. Probably flipping thru cd's, too. All without picking off any of the crazy spectators that love to stand on the road and jump away at last second. As if a photo of Floyd, taken with a mobile phone will ever turn out .
Good night. Did I mention Floyd is back in yellow ?
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