The Team Philosophe riders are waiting for their turn in the time trials. They have mixed feelings about racing through Bordeaux.
The VeloDrone: What a crime to ride past all those wineries without stopping!
Le Bon David: After all the wine we drank last night? I don't think so!
Jean Paul Sartre: When's our turn?
The VeloDrone: David's next! He's the slowest.
Le Bon David: Here I go! Wheeeee! Wish me luck!
Jean Paul Sartre: Existentialists don't wish people luck.
The VeloDrone: Oh, put a cork in it, Jean Paul! Good luck David!
Jean Paul Sartre: That wasn't to say that I didn't hope he would do well.
The VeloDrone: Hmm.
Jean Paul Sartre: Everyone always misunderstands me.
The VeloDrone: Stop feeling sorry for yourself. To be misunderstood is perfectly normal.
Jean Paul Sartre: My father died when I was fifteen months old.
The VeloDrone: So what?
Jean Paul Sartre: I was raised by my mother and grandfather. Oh, how I loved my mother. Then, when I was twelve, she married again. My step-father bullied me.
The VeloDrone: Poor little Jean Paul! Oh look. You've missed your call! Now what will you do?
Jean Paul Sartre: It wasn't my fault. I shall go and complain!
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Saturday, July 24, 2010
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