A flat stage.
Good it's a flat stage, says Ranger Roger.
Yeah, agrees Sweezus. Yesterday was heaps hard.
What's today's plan? asks Ranger Roger.
Ask Arthur, says Sweezus. He's the brains.
Me, the brains? says Arthur.
Today you are, says Sweezus. I'm all out of tactics.
Arthur is tickled to be the brains today, and think up the tactics.
Okay, says Arthur. We'll stick to the middle of the peloton.
Is that all? asks Sweezus.
And get on with our poetry competition, says Arthur.
Anything else? asks Sweezus.
Loudly, says Arthur.
I get it, says Ranger Roger. It's to distract the other riders.
Cool, says Sweezus. Let's do this.
The race starts. The riders roll out of Moutiers.
A breakaway forms, with four guys in it.
Team Condor do not try to join them, but position themselves mid-peloton.
Arthur: Finished your poem, Ranger Roger?
Ranger Roger: Nearly. What's a good rhyme for sleeve?
Sweezus: Achieve?
Jasper Philipsen (in passing): Believe?
Tadej Pogacar (also in passing): How about grieve?
It's enough to get the rest of the peloton thinking.
Why achieve? Why believe ? Why grieve?
Does the choice of each rider reflect their team tactic or their state of mind on this flat stage?
Whatever....
It's been a cunning tactic by Arthur.
The breakaway stays in front for the race's entirety, uncluttered by poetry questions.
The only question is who will come first of the breakaway riders?
Asgreen, Eenkhoorne, Abrahamsen or Campanaerts?
Not Campanaerts. He has only been there for Asgreen his team-mate.
Yes! It is Kasper Asgreen of team Soudal Quickstep who wins it.
Quelle surprise!
Okay, surprise doesn't rhyme with sleeve or the other words, but if you pronounce it the French way it's closer.
We'll leave it there......(leave!)
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