Let’s go children of the fatherland

Mes chers amis, nous sommes réunis ici aujourd’hui pour commémorer, le jour de la prise de la Bastille, la fête nationale française. Malheureusement, l’étape etait ennuyeuse.

So I went to bed.

Some folks that I don’t know were in the breakaway. The peleton lost my interest rather early and Phil Liggett was banging on about artificial lakes.

Here are some helmets I do not like but do not seem to be winning stages, so there’s a possibility we may never see them.

Milram; what a horrid colour. Rudy Projects obviously make nice glasses and ugly helmets.Why? Maybe it’s just best to try and lose those helmets in the crowd.

Footon Servetto; this is the most horrible tour get up ever. Are the people at Limar colour-blind? This isn’t gold, it’s like Miss American spray tan colour. Rank. Blood only makes it more interesting.

Euskatel; blech. blech. blech. Though, perhaps it’s because you fall over too much. I like the catlikes, but I think your kits too lairy. This is Sammy Sanchez, losing a sprint behind our man Andy, but you may see Euskatel later doing their Basque thing later in the Pyrenees, but we could not wait. Boring…..

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By Eleanor Jackson

Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet, performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal about town, feminist, freewheeler, and friend.

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