A warm day.
The teams have left Henley Beach and are now passing Brighton.
The members of Team Philosophe are grumbling.
I didn't have much time to practise, says Denis.
Nor did we, says David.
At least you were here, says Denis. I was held up in Point Lowly.
You had your bike, didn't you? asks Vello.
I did, says Denis, but we spent most of our time sitting on the rocks near the lighthouse while Ageless went into the water.
How is Ageless by the way? asks David.
Still in the bucket, in Gaius's bathroom, says Denis.
We should speed up, says Vello.
They speed up.
Up ahead Sweezus is lecturing Arthur.
Don't disappear today, says Sweezus.
I won't, says Arthur.
Sweezus needs a strong leadout man, says Gaius, or he'll never be King of the Mountain.
Arthur speeds up to lead Sweezus out.
They pass several riders who are labouring up Chandler's Hill.
But not Martin Urianstad who has already won the KOM points.
Poetry competition? asks Arthur.
Not now, says Sweezus.
Joke competition? asks Lewis Bower, who is right beside them.
Go on, says Arthur.
What would bears be without bees? asks Lewis Bower.
Dunno, says Sweezus. What would they be?
Ears, says Lewis Bower.
He zooms away, leaving Sweezus and Arthur to assess the joke's quality.
Reckon he might've got it wrong, says Sweezus.
The question or the answer? asks Arthur.
Both, says Sweezus. Like, what would bears be without ears?
Bees, says Arthur. Your joke's way better.
Sweezus feels happier, having won the joke competition.
And there will be other mountains.
But now, what happening at the finish, in Nairne?
A crash. A bunch sprint....
Sam Welsford takes the win.
Someone had to.
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