Iced Coffee

We ought to have entered this ourselves, said the Velodrone. Why on earth didn't we?

Forgot it was on, said Le Bon David gloomily. Until it was too late.

Look, there's Jean-Jacques Rousseau over there with Jean Paul Sartre. They must have remembered.

Yes, said Le Bon David. Team Existentialist! What a joke! They'll never be able to agree on anything. Look at them arguing already over their breakfast. Let's sneak over and see if we can hear what they're saying.

The VeloDrone and Le Bon David sidle over to the cafe table where Rousseau and Sartre are deep in discussion under a colourful umbrella. They sit down at the next table with their backs towards Team Existentialist, and their ears open.

Jean-Jacques Rousseau: What's this you've got me! Farmers Union Iced Coffee? I can't drink this!

Jean Paul Sartre: Yes you can. It's a South Australian icon. All the locals drink it. If we're seen drinking it, who knows, we might get a sponsorship deal.

Jean-Jacques: Sacre Bleu! It tastes like a drink for a baby! And why aren't you drinking it yourself?

Jean Paul Sartre: It gives me bad gas. But at least I have it on the table in front of me. I'm sticking to water today.

Jean Jacques: Perhaps I should too. Eh bien! At least the weather here is agreeable. Who else is here by the way?

Jean Paul Sartre: Oh, Lance Armstrong with his new team, and Cadel Evans with his. Everyone has a new team. New bikes, new shoes, new sunnies, new jerseys, everything. What an event this is going to be!

Jean Jacques: Yes.....but wait a minute. New bikes, new shoes, new sunnies, new jerseys? How come we don't have those?

Jean Paul Sartre: Drink up your Farmers Union Iced Coffee, my friend, and then we shall see!

Jean-Jacques: Burrrp!