Stage Three

It is Stage Three of the Tour Down Under. The VeloDrone and Gymnosopher Ten are doing well, thanks to the Power Bar. So well are they doing, that Gymnosopher Ten now wears on his back the red number signifying Most Aggressive Rider. They are riding up a hill towards Stirling.

The VeloDrone: This is more like it. Have another Power Bar.

Gymnosopher Ten: Thanks.

The VeloDrone: You've changed your tune a bit since yesterday.

Gymnosopher Ten: Wisdom consists of being wise.

The VeloDrone: Well said. So it does. It is reasonable to try and win, if one finds oneself in a competition.

Gymnosopher Ten: Of course, one should also ask oneself why one has entered the competition.

The VeloDrone: And have you asked that of yourself? If you have, my friend, I am interested to know the answer.

Gymnosopher Ten: Well, Alexander gave me this bicycle. It seems a pity to waste it.

The VeloDrone: Very true.

They pedal on, meditatively, but with great effort.

Meanwhile Marie and Angel are riding at the very back of the peloton, forgetful of everything. So far back are they, that the police car following the last riders has passed them and normal traffic has resumed. They are forced to stop at traffic lights. They find themselves next to Mark Cavendish, who is wearing a bandage over one eye.

Mark Cavendish: Ohhh! Why is this happening to me?

Madam Denis: Everything happens for a reason. You should ask my friend Angel.

Angel: Don't worry Mark Cavendish. Remember, day is older than night, by one day.

Mark Cavendish: What's that supposed to mean?

Angel: Hard questions have hard answers.

Mark Cavendish: I see. Thanks, mate.

The lights turn green. They pedal on, meditatively.