The final stage.
More individual time trials.
And a finish in Nice.
Team Philosophe go down the chute early.
One by one.
Go papa! shouts Belle.
Vello goes, but not overly quickly.
Will he win? asks Terence.
No, says Belle. No chance. But if he doesn't fall off he will finish.
This is also the case with Mark Cavendish who went down the chute before Vello.
Imagine the thoughts of Mark Cavendish.
I made it!
Or something like that.
Sweezus goes next. He has been torn between trying and not trying.
Go go go! shouts Terence.
Sweezus goes. And he looks like he's trying.
The Kroombit tinker goes next.
What on earth is she doing?
It can't be her turn.
She soon passes Sweezus.
Maybe Terence was shouting for her, thinks Sweezus.
Too bad, I'll show him.
He speeds up but he can't pass the tinker.
Imagine her thoughts.
I've got this! Tink-tink!.
Or something like that.
Fast forward (not literally), to Nice, and later.
Everyone who is not elsewhere is waiting at the finish.
Ooh! Evenepoel has made really good time.
Imagine his thoughts.
I've nailed it!
Ah! Vingegaard has done even better.
Imagine his thoughts.
Have I nailed it?
Woo-hoo! Tadej Pogacar has beaten Vingegaard's time by one minute and four seconds.
Imagine his thoughts.
No need. He'll be super-happy.
Or something like that.
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