Team Sky. At breakfast.
Chris Froome: How's everyone this morning?
Richie Porte: Aa-choo! Sn-i-iiiff! No worries, Froomey! I'm on antibiotics.
Chris Froome : Good. What about you, Pete?
Peter Sagan: What do you reckon? This is my last chance to win a stage.
Chris Froome: So try harder.
Richie Porte: I hear Cav's got diarrhea.
Peter Sagan: Gut! Ausgezeichnet! Pass me the crepes and the cream.
......
Team Astana. At breakfast.
Vincenzo Nibali: It is not good you have stolen this All-Knowing Dog.
Surfing-With-Whales: We haven't. He was always my Dog.
Andriy Grivko: So we shall be lucky.
Farky (gnawing a bone under the table) : Wrong, wrong, wrong.
......
Later.
The teams ride out of Mende.
As he pedals, Gaius, of Team Condor, admires the geology.
Limestone mountains, blue marl in the valleys, streams lined with mica-schist.
He breathes the fine air deeply.
Haah! Freedom is only a week off. What to do when the Tour is over?
Perhaps a walking tour. Perhaps.....but drat it all, he has forgotten, he must return his bike to the Utrecht University Museum.. how very annoying.....perhaps Arthur.....
......
Arne-Doppelganger is riding behind André Greipel, a dangerous move.
Terence is still in his basket.
Can't we go any faster? says Terence.
It would not be wise, says Arne-Doppelganger.
But I need to BE somewhere, says Terence.
We all need to be somewhere, says Arne-Doppelganger. Today it is Valence.
Yes, Balance, says Terence. I need to get there. Go faster.
No, says Arne-Doppelganger. We will stay behind André Greipel, in his slip stream.
If he stops, says Terence, I'm going to ask if I can go with HIM!
He does not have a basket, little cherub, says Arne-Doppelganger. And you smell badly.
Terence sniffs. Yes, he does smell badly. How did that happen?
There is a nice river in Valence, says Arne-Doppelganger. The Rhône. You can go for a swim.
That's not what I need to go for, says Terence, sulkily.
(for he does not like washing)
He keeps his eye upon André Greipel, who shows no sign of stopping....
.....but instead, turns his head and shouts over his shoulder:
What is in Valence that you are so wishing? shouts André Greipel.
The House of Heads! screeches Terence, into the windy slipstream.....
phoooo....w
If André Greipel hears the answer he does not give any indication.
He does not slow down.
He accelerates, and leaves Terence and Arne-Doppelganger back in the distance.
He pedals madly. The plaster on his shin goes up and down. The crowd shout: Go the Gorilla!
Nice name, that is.
He passes Peter Sagan. He passes Alex Kristoff. He passes John Degenkolb.
The winner! André Greipel! Last day for the sprinters. Today is his day.
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