A lovely day in the Jura.
Perhaps a bit hot.
Tony Martin leads out Julian Alaphilippe.
Tony Martin: Stick behind me, Julian, and you'll see something
Julian Alaphilippe: I can already see something.
A breakaway of four men forms, some distance behind them.
Roosen: Can you see them?
Craddock: No.
Périchon: Me either.
Edet: That is not surprising.
Périchon: Why?
Edet: If he can't see them, why would you see them?
Périchon: What if he normally wore contacts, and one of them fell out?
Edet: Do you?
Craddock: No. But I see what he means now. Do you see, Edet?
Edet: I suppose so. Wait! What are you asking?
Roosen: I've just heard they're six minutes ahead of us.
Everyone: Six minutes! That's extremely demoralising.
They pedal on, thinking now of the rest day tomorrow, in Berne
Team Philosophe, back in the peloton, is also thinking of Berne.
Vello: The food there is said to be unsurpassed!
David: Unsurpassed, eh?
Marx: In what way?
Vello: Perhaps unsurpassed is the wrong word. But I qualified it by saying that it is SAID to be unsurpassed.
David: Would it not be amusing if we were?
Marx: Were what?
Vello: Unsurpassed. David is being an idiot.
Marx: What's this jolly food LIKE?
Vello: I've been told we should try the Berner Platte.
Fabian Cancellara (passing): Yes you should try it. It is good. A sumptuous dish of smoked pork, beef tongue, pork shoulder, pork knuckle, pig's ears and tails, cooked with juniper spiced sauerkraut and...
The rest of the sumptuous meal disappears on the wind. ( Pickled turnips)
Marx: Well, I should certainly like to try that. I've always liked sauerkraut.
They move up the peloton until they catch up with Team Condor.
Vello: Arthur! Looking forward to Berne?
Arthur: Not particularly.
Gaius: I'll tell you who is, though.
Vello: Who is?
Gaius: Young Terence. His parrot's been scouting. She's told him about a wonderful children's fountain.
Pablo: I think I've heard of that fountain. The Kindlifresserbrunnen.
Gaius: That's the one!
Pablo: Terence will be having his socks knocked off when he sees this fountain!
By this time, the breakaway has been reeled in by the peloton, with twenty kilometres to go.
And now, the two attackers are caught.
Tony Martin: Never mind, Julian, at least we have had an adventure.
Julian Alaphilippe: One I shall remember.
Tony Martin: Don't be surprised if we jointly win Most Combative.
The peloton sails past them.
Peter Sagan and Alex Kristoff battle it out at the front.
They cross the finish line, only centimetres between them.
Peter Sagan can't even be sure he has won.
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