At last the tour is nearly over.
There only remains the last day.
The riders ride out of Chantilly, in the sunshine.
Riders from different teams surround Pablo.
He is reciting his Sausage Poem, to gauge its effect on the public The riders are laughing.....
Swallow me fast and keep going
I'll stay warm inside you
the moist tip of my...
Oh! It's too naughty! Let's move on.
Arthur is riding with Gaius. Gaius is feeling expansive.
Were I not committed to honesty, says Gaius, I would praise your efforts in leading Team Condor.
Is that a compliment? says Arthur.
To me, says Gaius.
Vello and David and Marx are riding in tandem, drinking champagne.
They veer to the left and the right of the streets of Chantilly, in unison.
This is what makes it worthwhile, says Vello.
Brrp! agrees David, loudly.
Stop it! cries Marx, to the parrot on his shoulder.
If you would keep a straight course, says the parrot.
Very funny, says Marx. Keep your talons open. Or fly to Paris.
All right, says the Elegant Parrot. I will. And there I shall watch the women.
Women, says Vello. Ah, yes, the women!
He wobbles, thinking of women with strong thighs and calf muscles pounding the cobbles....
The parrot flies off towards Paris, thinking the same.
The Tour de France riders continue, and these things happen.
Burghart has a mechanical.
Kittel has a mechanical too.
Tony Martin withdraws with a knee injury.
In a breakaway, Coquard has a flat tyre.
Too bad guys. I think I might follow the parrot.
.......
In Paris. The women are pounding the cobbles. Round and round they go.
Towards the end there are several crashes.
The parrot observes the piles of spreadeagled women.
No one looks familiar.
That's good.
Why it's good, she does not ask herself.
Chloe Hosking powers home. An Australian rider, from Team Wiggle Hi 5.
Why this is good, the parrot does not need to ask herself, being a bird of the Coorong.
The road clears. It will be a while before the men come.
She perches on a barrier.
A bus arrives. Buffon Tours. Clowns descend from it, rubbing their bottoms.
There's Terence! She flutters to meet him.
But Terence has seen Sweezus and Belle. He is running towards them.
One of the clowns breaks away from the gaggle, and reaches a long arm out to Terence.
It's not even a real arm. It's a mechanical.
Wah! cries Terence. Get way from me!
Terence! cries Belle. Darling! What's happened!
Rien, madame, says the clown, fetching up on the pavement in front of Belle, Terence and Sweezus, and below the parrot. Je veux dire au revoir à l'enfant.
The clown makes a show of retracting his mechanical arm, but shows no sign of leaving.
Du sang, says the clown, pointing to Terence's shorts.
Yes, there are a few red spots there. This needs investigating.
But wait, here come André Greipel, Peter Sagan, Alex Kristoff.......
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