Nibali is the winner, Péraud second, Pinot third, Sagan gets the green jersey and Majka is king of the mountain. Marianne Vos has just won La Course.
Pardon?
Oh yes the WOMEN had their little race earlier.....
Vello is riding out of Evry with Schopenhauer and Gaius. It is sunny. They are drinking champagne.
Smile! cries Belle et Bonne, jumping out to take a photo.
I suppose I should have done that, says David. I'm the Team Manager.
Gaius wobbles to a halt.
And a very good job you've done, David, says Gaius. Do you know, I found a hornet yesterday in Périgueux with a ten centimetre stinger.
My my! Any spiders? asks David.
Sadly no, says Gaius, but at least you inspired me to look. When I get home I shall......
Do get on your bike, Gaius, says Belle et Bonne You're holding everyone up.
Yes, get on, says Ageless who is rolling up behind them with Louttit and Louis-Claude alongside.
The crowd at the roadside starts clapping. Ageless waves, with his uppermost leg.
Hoo-hoo-parp! What's that noise?
Freud appears suddenly.
Coming shortly, says Freud, with a twinkle.
(He's short, get it?)
But French children don't get German puns.
......
Here come Sweezus, Unni and Arthur, riding together.
Only Arthur looks happy. His new knife is wedged under his leg band. The couteau nontron.
Sweezus is saying, to Unni: But you didn't want anything.
Unni is saying: A medal. I just don't want a medal.
Sweezus: I didn't get you a medal.
Unni: Because Arthur said I'd be insulted.
Sweezus: It was his idea in the first place.
Unni: You're kidding! Was it?
She laughs at the unfathomable nature of Arthur, who lives a charmed life.
..........
Now the race is in earnest.
Péraud falls down, and gets up again while everyone waits.
Richie Porte leads a breakaway, with Morkov, Serpa and Fonseca.
Richie is last to be caught. Well done Richie!
And then Marcel Kittel comes through. Super-happy!
.......
Baby Pierre has escaped from the motor cycle top box where Freud had him imprisoned.
How has he done it? Easy. Zoomed out when Freud was extracting his lunch.
Zwooom! Baby Pierre rides to the finish at the Arc de Triomphe, scattering green paint spots.
Pitt! Pitt! Pitt! Pitt!
Ooh! cry the petit enfants ! Maman ! Now we all have green jerseys. C'est formidable! Hourra for Baby Pierre!
........
Cheng Ji, the one Chinese rider, rides alongside the Seine.
Below is the green billowing water
The sky is long, the road is far
Bitter flies his spirit
The spirit he dreams can't get through.
Crash!
Left elbow, knee trauma.
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