Today it's the individual time trials.
You start off in Caen and end up there, 33 ks later.
There is no one to talk to, you just go like the clappers.
But it doesn't stop you thinking.
Denis Diderot rides down the chute, expecting to nail it.
His thoughts:
As long as I do better than Vello and David I'll be happy. But they won't be. Maybe I should aim for the same. But they're starting after me. I'll just have to wing it....
Sweezus's rides down the chute, looking confident.
His thoughts:
Belle knows I hate duck. Birds in general. I wonder if Terence'll get his claw back. Was that a parrot I just saw? ....Nah.
Arthur rides down the chute, with a grumbling tummy.
His thoughts:
Must be that pressed duck in blood sauce we had yesterday. Pressed duck. How do they press it? And why? Probably they press the blood out. Then they save it, to make sauce.
Vello goes down the chute, waving at the crowd, who wave back at him.
His thoughts:
How they love me, the French people. I bet Denis didn't get that reception. Who even remembers his Encyclopedie these days? Burp. Curse that pressed duck!
David Hume goes down the chute next, thinking of making a special effort.
David Hume's thoughts: This is the time, if ever. If I could seize each individual moment I might understand it. Now. Now. Now. No. Never....
Gaius is next.
Gaius's thoughts:
I wonder why Sweezus is so unfocused. Perhaps he has other concerns. As I do. It seems the algal bloom back at home can't be labeled a natural disaster, because it's not on the list of natural disasters. I would laugh, but it's not very funny. Oops! Bump! Concentrate.
Others go down the chute one by one.
Remco Evenepoel: Go go go Remco you're the best you can do it.
These thoughts work well for Remco, who gets the best time.
Tadej Pogacar: Zoom!
He comes second, and ends up in yellow.
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