A mountain stage.
Now for some excitement.
But first, the teams ride through Lourdes.
Make a wish, says Baby Pierre to the Kroombit tinker.
I wish the pobblebonk team was here with us, says the Kroombit tinker.
That's unselfish, says Baby Pierre.
Why, what do you wish? asks the tinker.
Nothing! cries Baby Pierre. I'm an atheist and free thinker.
So you say, says the Kroombit tinker. But has anyone ever told you.....?
Yes, says Baby Pierre. That I can't be both. But I can. I'm also a poet.
Arthur's a poet, says the tinker.
So what? So am I, says Baby Pierre. O road O road O moon O moon.....
What moon? asks the tinker.
It's clear you're no poet, says Baby Pierre. How did you like your prune yesterday?
It made me go faster, says the tinker.
Prunes do that, says Baby Pierre. Unfortunately I can't digest anything.
You should make a wish, says the tinker.
Now they have reached the bottom of the formidable Col du Tourmalet.
Baby Pierre shoots up the steep slopes and winds through the zigzags.
But he can't beat Lazcano, and Gaudu.
Because he has lost focus, trying to remember the rest of his poem.
On the next mountain, it's Gaudu and Lazcano again. In that order.
Baby Pierre is now determined to win on the third mountain, the Saint-Lary.
He zooms past Adam Yates who is leading out Tadej Pogacar, seven k from the finish.
See you, losers! cries Baby Pierre, as he slides off the road and comes a cropper.
O cruel road.
Pogacar passes Baby Pierre. Does not even see him.
He powers on to the finish, 39 seconds ahead of Vingegaard his rival.
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