The Tour de France is over and I’m disappointed. I thought it would go on forever, not just three weeks.
Since July 5th it’s been fun to turn on the sports channel and watch those guys pedaling away day after day. 3,500 kilometers of cycling in packs -wow that must have been one party. True to its name, they just stay inside France with no side trips to St. Petersburg or Athens.
Were there any gals in the race? I know gals cycle because Cynthia Dunsford shows up in one of those tight suits at the Farmer’s Market, with colorful markings all over. Those snappy spandex outfits didn’t reveal any curvaceous curves on the TV. I’m wondering if non racing cyclists can wear those things, maybe just casual cyclists?
There are even cheats in the Tour de France. Some riders try to get behind someone else and ride their slip stream. Somebody got kicked out for using drugs. That would kill my chances: I’d need painkillers all day long for that run.
No matter what time I turned on the telly, those boys were at it. Like right before Jay Leno’s jokes I could check up on my cousin. And they were pedaling their little Ruby Keeler legs off just before my afternoon nap.
Oh yeah, didn’t I tell you me cousin Danny Pate was in the Tour de France. He was 3rd on leg 15 – cool eh.
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=II0Q4tf374A&hl=en&fs=1
I kept searching the pack for Lance Armstrong but he wasn’t there. He could have been like on a motorcycle or in a convertible waving to the audience at home.
I was rooting for my cousin who was 100th overall last week and ended in a close photo finish at 95th. Way to go Danny.
So now it’s over and I will have to go back to watching girl wrestling.
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