Today the stage ends in Mende.
This is where several Spanish riders have previously triumphed.
So Omar Fraile, who is Spanish, is trying hard today.
He rides past Team Philosophe.
He has no time to hear what they are saying.
But we do.
David: It was bit rich of Vello.
Humboldt: Yes, don't take it to heart.
Gaius: It's not as though I raced any slower.
David: Except that one time.
Gaius: And that was not my fault. However, he is the Team Director, and I am not reading the bird book while riding today. More's the pity.
Humboldt: I'm sure it was interesting.
Gaius: Indeed. Birds have enormous brains relative to their size, rather like humans, and display similar behaviours.
David: Ha ha! Do they go in for ridiculous races?
Gaius: No doubt. They also know how to deceive and manipulate. Eavesdrop. Give gifts...
Humboldt: Well, well. Not all birds surely. Not Saint Roley.
Gaius: A notable exception. But birds have excellent qualities too. They display a sense of fairness.
David: I wonder how they do that?
Gaius: I'm not up to that chapter. And never will be until this Tour is over.
Humboldt: What about reading in bed at night?
Gaius: Far too tired.
(Well, that's realistic).
Omar Fraile is now way ahead, passing Team Condor.
Too fast to hear what they are saying.
But we can.
Sweezus: No point trying too hard today. Look at that Spanish guy! Just try and make the cut-off.
Arthur: Okay.
Pablo: Poetry competition?
Sweezus: Yeah, but I get to choose the subject.
Pablo: Why?
Sweezus: Because you guys are poets and I'm a creative.
Pablo: That's fair.
Sweezus: Cuttlefish.
Arthur: Ugh.
Pablo: No, we must now attempt it.
They ride on, visualising cuttlefish.
Omar Fraile is passing Team Sky.
Too fast to hear what anyone is saying.
But Team Sky is also going too fast for anyone to hear what they are saying.
Probably something about who is really the captain, Thomas or Froomey.
Anyhow, this is a day for the Spanish, and Fraile in particular.
He is the winner.
Olé!
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