A good day for the long range attackers.
And they know who they are.
Breakaways form and reform.
Team Philosophe keep to their plan at the back.
Vello: Did you hear the reception I got yesterday when I came down the chute?
Denis Diderot: No I didn't. I went before you, remember? But I did hear some cheers.
Vello: In the distance? Behind you?
Denis Diderot: I had reason to believe they were cheering for me.
David Hume: Were they calling your name?
Vello: Yes, were they?
Denis Diderot: It sounded like Diderot! Go!
Let him believe it, thinks Vello.
David is not inclined to let Diderot believe it. There must be many things rhyming with Diderot-Go.
They pedal in silence.
Gaius drops back.
You don't seem to be trying, says Gaius.
We are trying, says Vello. Our plan involves saving our legs for the later stages.
Your team doesn't seem to be trying either, says David.
I've just dropped back to ask Belle something, says Gaius.
No more pressed duck? says Vello. Don't worry, we're not having that.
What are we having? asks Gaius.
Fricadelles I believe, says Vello. Very sensible.
Wonderful, says Gaius. That's saved me a few seconds.
He speeds up again to tell Sweezus and Arthur what theyr'e going to be eating.
He soon catches up.
Fricadelles, says Gaius.
Did someone say fricadelles? asks a passing rider who is obviously not one of the long range attackers.
Mind your own beeswax, says Sweezus.
The passer gives him the finger, and speeds off.
Belle and Terence zoom past on a scooter.
There they go, says Arthur. The Flying Fricadelles.
Sweezus manages a laugh.
Cheer up, says Gaius. You'll have plenty of chances.
Yeah but I'm not getting any younger, says Sweezus.
Nor is anyone else, says Gaius.
True.
But what's happening up the front, in the breakaway?
There, no one is worried that they're not getting younger.
Ben Healy, of EF Education Easy-Post, breaks free of the other long range attackers 42k from the finish.
And pedals to victory.
Oh hey! Diddleydee!
(He is Irish)
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