Professor Freud has come good as Team Manager. Arras sausages for breakfast!
Ageless: Burp! What good sausages.
Louis-Claude: French sausages.
Louttit: Not bad. But I prefer Epping.
Louis-Claude: Have you remembered your wife's name?
Louttit: No, but she was a wonderful cook.
...
The Stage has begun.
Unni rides beside Arthur.
How lucky was Richie Porte yesterday! says Unni. Now he's team captain.
Arthur thinks of the fateful imbalance: unlucky Froome, lucky Richie.
And then Richie rides by.
He sees Arthur and slows for a moment.
Arthur! says Richie. How's it going? Nice outfit.
Arthur snaps his iridescent leg bands, as though he is proud of his outfit.
Pretty good, says Arthur. How about you?
Gang busters! says Richie. I'm working on a book of poetry. Remember Sikong Shu? There are shivering birds and withering grasses whichever way I turn....
Him or you? asks Arthur.
But Richie has gone. You can't waste time as team captain.
.......
David is riding again. Luckily, no official has noticed.
Oh drat, it's starting to rain, says David.
You can stop if you want to, says Vello. But we can't.
No no, I'll stick with it, says David. A good manager sticks with his team.
Speaking of which, says Gaius, have you seen Freud this morning?
David: I have. He was telling me about a team building game called Survival.
Vello: Survival! Let's play it.
David: All right. Imagine we're on a ship that's sinking. There's a life boat with enough room for all of us, and not much extra. We can only take twelve things each. What are they?
Gaius: What a silly game. Who has that many things?
Vello: I have, but I wouldn't bring them all with me.
David: I think Freud said twelve. Anyway, the point is to get us all talking.
Vello: Ha ha! We're always talking.
....
Sweezus is up towards the front of the peloton, with Arthur and Unni not far behind him.
Two more riders have abandoned the Tour.
Xabier Zandio of Team Sky, and Jesus Hernandez, of Team Tinkoff-Saxo.
Encouraged by these fortuitous exits, Sweezus rides faster.
But Schopenhauer catches up. He certainly has a good bicycle.
This time Sweezus doesn't wait for Schopenhauer to attack.
Optimists recover faster from medical procedures and have healthier immune systems, says Sweezus, over his shoulder.
Arrogant young whippersnapper! Schopenhauer drops back, until he is level with Kittel.
Kittel stops, with a mechanical problem.
It is surely impossible that Freud has had something to do with it, thinks Schopenhauer.
Though you can't help but wonder....
......
Anyway, here is the finish, in Reims.
Here is André Greipel, first to whizz over it.
Glückwünsche!
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