As if yesterday was not hard enough, there are three hors catégorie climbs today.
Let's get going.
Vingegaard is in yellow.
Pogacar in white (best young rider).
The teams ride out of Briançon.
Team Philosophe are near the back, talking as usual.
Vello: You look cheerful this morning.
N F S: I am cheerful. Vingegaard is a Dane.
David: So, is it hymn time?
N F S: Why not? O Lord, thy colour is yellow! Yellow the colour of gold! Give me excess of it that I might...
Vello: Sounds highly disrepectful.
N F S: When the spirit takes me, I know not what might come out.
David: Written a lot of hymns, have you?
N F S: Thousands. At one time I served as chaplain in a home for aged women.
Vello: Not much else to do, I suppose?
N F S: True. But they did enjoy singing. Especially the deaf ones. They loved Ring O Bells.
Vello: Give us a chorus.
N F S (singing in Danish): Kimer I Klokker!
Let us slip away......
Further up the road, we draw level with Team Condor.
Pablo: Seen Sirene this morning?
Sweezus : Yeah, she took off yesterday with that guy Brahimi. He biked her up to his café.
Arthur: Explains why we missed out on the cheese.
Sweezus: She reckons there's a shitload of cheese in our musettes today.
Pablo: That should be sustaining.
Sweezus: And a cabbage pie she's kind of proud of.
Team Condor contemplates cabbage pie.
Where are we now? On the last downhill.
Tom Pidcock of Team Ineos is zooming down it.
Cutting corners, dipping and swerving.
Now to climb Alpe d'Huez.
Pidcock drops Powless and Metjes.
He's already dropped Froome.
Froome? Who knew Froomey was back in contention?
Back from his injuries and encroaching old age.
He will come third, a good effort.
Mentjes will come second.
Pidcock will win the stage, (although it's Bastille Day, and he is not French, a great pity).
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