I am prompted to vent my feelings about cycling, following the publication of a detailed route map through Provence. I remember seeing the same race with mild interest on Belgian TV last year, masses of cyclists traversing my route to and from Nice airport (near Fayence and Montauroux), and sighting the Leclerc supermarket we all know and love.
I just don't understand it myself - the French enthusiasm for dressing up in lurid, heavily branded high-tech stretchy gear and struggling up mountainous terrain. The reward, no doubt, is in heaven. OK, so they look fit. Even stranger, surely, is watching it. The chance of seeing a bit of "overtaking" or a "wipe-out" must be remote. Still, if the transport workers are on strike, how else do you get around?
When the blur of yellows and greens - sponsored by Peugeot - whizzes past Fayence, I shall be playing tennis in London: in the men's doubles final. Go on, Lance.
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