This is not good. It is raining.
And today it's the time trials.
Vello, David and N F S Grundtvig stand waiting.
Those open sandwiches were nice, says Vello.
They were, agrees David.
We could ask Katherine to sandwich two open sandwiches together, says Vello.
Then it would just be a sandwich, says N F S Grundtvig.
With double the filling, says David.
Exactly, says Vello. And it wouldn't fall out.
The rain is pelting down.
One by one the riders zoom round the circuit: Pont de la Reine Louise, Trianglen, Sankt Jacob, La Petite Sirene, Kongans Nitorv.
There are many corners.
Sweezus and Arthur wait their turn.
Next rider to go down the chute is Geraint Thomas.
No way! says Sweezus. He still wearing his warm-up gilet!
Bet he's forgotten, says Arthur.
And it is true. Geraint has forgotten.
He remembers it now, as he flies past La Petite Sirene.
Bugger! mutters Thomas.
The rain eases to a drizzle.
A spray with no visible source shooshes past.
La Petite Sirene is the only one who has noticed the culprit.
Her eye is trained to spot stones and pebbles in motion.
I would like to meet that pebble, thinks La Petite Sirene. If I could just get down off this rock thing.....
She flexes her tail.
The next riders are the lucky ones.
Yves Lampaert is one of them.
He beats the best time of Wout van Aert.
By then it had stopped raining (an advantage).
But the road was still wet (to his credit).
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