'strike that pose, man' i repeated. he did 3 or 4 i remember. he looked very unhappy, when i told him that i had to go. there where other riders waiting.
'iss funny' he told me in broken english. 'even you can find a new friend insis circus' he continued with a light voice. 'nobody would even sink about it! really! finding a friend while going up the ventoux' he insisted like he was questioning his own words.
ill give you the greatest show on earth! le tour de france - a moving city. a media giant moving across continental europe. 'allez le tour!' they scream out of the car windows, when we hazardously rumble down from the mountains in a police protected media convoy.
before they started their trip against the clock - contre le montre - they cracked a few jokes. lance, fränk and andy. realising that i underestimated their sense of humour, i shook their hands and told them to concentrate on the race instead. one by one they left on bikes.