The riders feel energised after the rest day, and ready for four days of climbing.
The snow covered Alps loom in the background.
Do they face inwards or outwards?
No human knows.
The Elegant Parrot is full of remorse for yesterday's error.
Terence hasn't slept well last night.
Parrot: Shall I tell you a story?
Terence: Okay, but no cruel eating.
Parrot: No cruel eating. Okay. Once there was a dove who was slim and beautiful.
Belle: Slim? I don't think you should focus on body shape.
Parrot: It's all right for a dove. She left her ordinary mate for a much older pigeon. He was clever and wise. They kicked around for a while. Then she met a golden eagle.
Terence: A golden eagle. What did he look like?
Parrot: Strong and handsome, fierce and golden.
Terence: Clever and wise?
Belle: I bet not. You can't have everything.
Parrot: She's right.
Terence: Then what happened?
Ding! The race starts. And the riders pour out of Berne.
Terence will have to wait for the end of the story.
.......
First breakaway.
Kangert: Let's see how far ahead we can get.
Clement: Okay. Let's do it.
They pedal furiously.
Durasek: Leave some legs for the mountains.
Gallopin: I intend to.
Soon they are joined by seven others.
Pantano: Guys, did you know what today is?
Majka: Who doesn't?
Sagan: I don't.
Pozzovivo: Course you do.
Morabito: It's the Colombian national day.
Sagan: I didn't know that.
Pantano: My special! I feel lucky today
Zakarin: However, today a Russian shall be the winner.
Feillu: A Russian! No way!
A counter attack of eight forms.
Lutsenko: Might as well have a go.
Van Avermaet: Why not. It's pretty warm though.
Pauwels: Think about something else. Shall I tell you a story?
Losada: Okay.
Pauwels: There was this really hot pigeon. She was kind of flighty.
Losada: You mean a dove?
Costa: Same difference.
Voeckler: Get on with the story. What happened?
Pauwels: She hooked up with a mate, laid an egg, then took off with an older and not-as-smart-as-he-looked pigeon. Because then she met this golden eagle. Fast and skinny.
Alaphilipppe: Ha ha! Froomey!
Pauwels: Kind of like Froomey, yeah.
Voeckler: Then what happened?
Pauwels: She left the dumb old pigeon, and chased after the golden eagle.
Voeckler: What was she thinking? They weren't the same species.
Pauwels: Yeah. He gave her the royal bums up.
Voeckler: Is that a thing? I never heard of a royal bums up.
Pauwels: Maybe I heard it wrong. Anyhow. He already had a nice lady eagle.
Voeckler: So the sexy pigeon, she ends up with no one.
Pauwels: That's so.
Plaza: Cool story!
Zakarin, inspired by certain aspects of the story, forges ahead on the final ascent.
Pantano and Majka try and keep up, but the Russian prevails.
The mountains, about whom no human knows anything, look inwards, while above them a golden eagle rises majestically.
At the finish line, Terence waits for the end of the story.
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