Unley to Paracombe.
Another fine day.
Bang! The teams move off ..... and so on.
Terence stands at the roadside, with Jinjing.
Belle is somewhere nearby, buying coffee and a bun, which is good for the local economy.
Terence: Keep an eye out for clowns.
Jinjing: There are no clowns round here.
Terence: They can pop up behind you.
Jinjing: What do they look like?
Terence: Big red laughing mouth, with a little mouth inside.
Jinjing: Squawk! What's the little mouth for?
Terence: Biting.
Jinjing: Don't worry. I'll protect you.
Terence: How?
Jinjing: With an incantation. You watch the race while I come up with something.
Terence watches the race, confident that he will soon be protected from clowns.
Belle comes back with a takeaway coffee and bun.
How's the race going? asks Belle.
Gone past already, says Terence.
Who was winning? asks Belle.
Sweezus, says Terence.
We should move up to Paracombe, says Belle. That's where it'll finish. What's the matter? Seen any clowns?
NO! says Terence. I'm getting a cantation.
That's lovely, says Belle. Shall we go now?
They go.
Here we are at the final hill finish.
Trek-Segafredo has attacked. Richie Porte is ahead.
He wins by five seconds.
So much for what he said yesterday.
Sweezus comes up to see Belle.
Sweezus: Never trust Richie. He said he was focused on Sunday.
Belle: Well, today he was lucky.
Terence: I've got a cantation.
Sweezus: What's that little buddy?
Terence: It makes clowns go away. Fu-wen! Jinjing taught me.
Fu-wen, says Sweezus. Is it only for clowns?
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