A flat stage,
Bang. Off they go.
Jonas Richaert and Mathieu Van der Poel launch forward.
So early! What is their plan?
The peloton thinks: So what? We can reel them back easily.
They don't worry.
Jonas and Mathieu pull ahead even further.
And further.
WTF!
They now have a lead of over five minutes!
They're going fifty kilometres per hour.
The peloton has little choice but to match it.
Team Philosophe had been looking forward to a flat ride at the back of the peloton.
Punctuated with snacks.
Pork rilletes have been mentioned. And a tarte vigneronne.
But things are turning out different.
Terence is at the feed station holding out the musettes.
It's hard to grab a musette at this speed.
Slow down! cries David.
Can't! shouts Denis Diderot.
Only Vello succeeds.
Super! It is indeed pork rillettes and a large slice of tarte.
But the rest of his team has grabbed nothing.
I'll share! shouts Vello.
After all, he's the captain.
David and Denis drop back alongside.
There are six pork rilletttes, so they get two each.
The tarte is more of a problem
Imagine sharing one slice of tarte between three at fifty kilometers per hour.
Their hands become sticky.
Team Condor has similar problems.
Only Arthur has managed to grab a musette.
Will he eat his pork rillettes and the tarte by himself?
After all, he's not the captain....
He is tempted, but thinks better of it.
Thanks bro, says Sweezus, taking a bite of rillette.
Thanks Arthur, says Gaius. What a ridiculous situation! We're in the mountains tomorrow.
Shit yeah, says Sweezus.
Shit yeah. That's what everyone in the peloton is thinking.
And anyhow, look what happens:
One kilometre from the end Jonas Richaert is done and falls back.
Mathieu Van der Poel gets even closer but is passed before the finish by Tim Merlier, Jonathan Milan and Arnaud de Lie.
All that effort for nothing.
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