Submitted by Jeff Potter on June 21, 2010 - 3:20pm.
...Only this time it's not about motorcades and money.
I see it in their eyes and in the landscape.
Challenging, sure, but also a Garden of Eden.
They ride across the valleys and through the little towns. They climb the passes.
Like the early days of the Tour. The few, the proud. They come down and maybe work on their bikes in a blacksmith shop...or a friendly local bike shop. Then they press on into the dust, down the lonely gravel road. Maybe with a pal. Locals wave at them from pastures. So maybe it's not so lonely.
I see the next Tour de France...
...Only this time it's not about motorcades and money.
I see it in their eyes and in the landscape.
Challenging, sure, but also a Garden of Eden.
They ride across the valleys and through the little towns. They climb the passes.
Like the early days of the Tour. The few, the proud. They come down and maybe work on their bikes in a blacksmith shop...or a friendly local bike shop. Then they press on into the dust, down the lonely gravel road. Maybe with a pal. Locals wave at them from pastures. So maybe it's not so lonely.
I can picture it.