A flat day, which should be easy except for the cross winds.
Cross winds: Grrr!! Phooo!
Vello: This is more difficult than I had anticipated.
David: Yes look at Nairo Quintana over there. He looks sour.
Marx: I hear he thinks these cross winds are dangerous.
Vello: They are. Escargot, anyone?
David: Thank you. Yum. Belle is certainly a thoughtful provider.
He sucks out the spicy little snail, and throws away the snail shell.
It flies up in the wind.
Cross winds: Grrr! Phoo!! Empty!
Arthur and Pablo had planned to try harder today.
But now they are stuck in an echelon.
Arthur: This is boring.
Pablo: Shall I film you?
Arthur: What, now?
Pablo (getting his phone out): Sweezus wants footage.
Arthur: But I'm not wearing the jacket.
Pablo: Where is it?
Arthur: I lost it.
Pablo: You didn't tell Sweezus that.
Arthur: Well he's still got one. So's Gaius.
Pablo: Apparently Kathmandu is on his case.
Arthur: He shouldn't have promised to upload a video of us in the snow catching a Baw Baw.
Pablo: He said it was you.
Arthur: Maybe it was.
Cross wind: Grrr! Phoo!! Bulubblbbl!
Gaius (coming up behind them, in his Kathmandu jacket): I don't like this wind, lads.
Pablo: Mind if I film you?
Gaius: What for?
Pablo: For a video. Make break, and I'll do it.
Gaius: Easier said than done.
Pablo: Take a Risk! Remember the Sticky Note.
Gaius: Hmm. I don't recall a Sticky Note about taking a risk.
Arthur (who wrote it): Does a beast
On the way to the table
Via the slaughterhouse
Dream of fine herbs?
Gaius: That make very little sense.
Peter Sagan (passing, and pedalling even faster): Who cares about sense? We are artists, not actors!
Chris Froome (following Peter Sagan): Not actors!
Geraint Thomas: Not actors!
Maciej Bodnar (Sagan's team mate): On the way to the table! Fine herbs!
The empty snail shell (from earlier) whirls over the course, tossed by the wind, all the way to Montpellier.
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