One more, then I swear, it’s to bed:
Sunday, Sunday, Sunday!
Coming to you (not quite) live, it’s
See:
– Lance Armstrong!
– About 200 men in tights!
– Bicycles that cost more than every car I ever owned in my first dozen years of driving combined!
Hear:
– English guys commentating on cycling sounding much like the Spanish futbol announcers!
– Bob Roll!
Me? My goal for the weekend is to get a bike in working condition, oil up the rollers, and watch and ride. Hopefully there will be no riding off the rollers and into the basement wall this time.
For you Americans, Nice is pronounced like your sibling’s daughter.
And the race is perfect for this time of year: Over the rivers from Paris, through the mountains, and finishing on the sunny shores of the Med.
Which, from personal experience, I can testify has the bluest of blue water, and the cutest, tiny 4′ long dolphins I’ve seen.
I remember watching that after coming in from an early morning 45 miler to find that a Kazak rider had died that day. I wish I hadn’t got rid if TV for lent. No OLN! And the spring classics are firing up. Especially the Tour of Flanders and the dreaded Koppenberg.
Enjoy!
basement wall
HEEEEE! Great visual.
bob roll!
“tour ‘day’ france” – hahaha
it’s the tour season! time to get excited about cycling on the telly! thanks for the reminder.