Another day of tough climbing.
Team Condor is struggling.
Arthur and Pablo are lagging.
That's what skinned knees will do for a rider.
Sweezus is riding behind Vincenzo Nibali and Surfing-With-Whales.
The wind blows their words towards him.
That's what wind will do, for the person behind.
The words heard by Sweezus, on the way up the Col du Glandon:
Vincenzo Nibali: So you say tomorrow?
Surfing-With-Whales: Not me, my dog.
Vincenco Nibali: What did he say exactly?
Surfing-With-Whales: Nibali should play his cards right.
Vincenzo Nibali: ....and Nibali will win?
Surfing-With-Whales: Not sure, chief. Another tooth's come loose. But I think so.
Vincenzo Nibali: Hmm. The All Knowing Dog. This is truly worth considering.
( Romain Bardet whizzes past )
Surfing-With-Whales: Eight Tenths Knowing.
Vincenzo Nibali: Eight Tenths is Four Fifths, you know. It cancels down.
Surfing-With-Whales: That's what I told him, but he prefers Eight Tenths.
Vincenzo Nibali: I suppose it sounds more important. Can't blame him for that.
Surfing-With-Whales: True. Pure Maths isn't everything.
Pierre Rolland (another French man) whizzes by.
Vincenzo Nibali: Tomorrow then. I may not bother much more for today.
Surfing-With-Whales: No, I wouldn't. Those two French guys have nailed this one.
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