Today is a hilly stage.
The teams roll out from Saint Etienne.
Is Caleb still in it?
Yes. But we won't follow him.
There goes Michael Matthews.
Let's follow him.
Ah, but wait, here is Team Philosophe, what are they saying?
David: Today we have bugnes, to nibble on.
N F S: What are they?
David: French donuts, with legs.
Vello: Legs?
David: Yes, mother bought them early this morning.
N F S: Donuts with legs. Where are the legs in relation to the holes in these donuts?
David: There are no holes. These are the French ones.
Vello: So, simply donut legs, fried.
David: I imagine so, yes. With a light sprinkling of icing sugar.
N F S (reaching into his back pocket to pull out a bugne): Ha ha! Yes, two fat little legs joined together.
You may be wondering why he doesn't know what bugnes look like if he has one in his back pocket.
Answer: Katherine put it there.
Sweezus and Pablo sail past.
Sweezus: I smell donuts. Who's got them?
Pablo: So do I. I think it was N F S Grundtvig.
Sweezus: Funny guy. He makes up hymns on the spur of the moment.
Pablo: I was talking to him last night. He says he's a skjald.
Sweezus: They don't write hymns.
Pablo: He's also into Norse mytholgy. He wrote a book on it.
Sweezus: I heard he was made a bishop.
Pablo: Could be. He didn't say.
But aren't we following Michael Matthews?
There he is, in a breakway.
He is thinking that if he wins today, he will dedicate the win to his four year old daughter.
Then she will understand why daddy is so often away.
Riding bicycles up mountains and down again.
Knocking himself out every day.
It's the final climb, up the Croix-Neuve.
It's Matthews, Bettiol and Pinot.
Matthews is in front.
Bettiol attacks.
Matthews attacks again.
Winning.
Lucky daughter!
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