this will be the last in my series of lance stretching out legs in annecy.
even looking this serious and focused, he was still able to smile.
maybe he knew something that i did not. i tend not to think so.
'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.
tt annecy, le tour 2009
'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.
astana fan waiting for a few chosen favorite riders. champs elysee, paris.
enjoying the struggle of petit saint-bernard in a friendly setup. andy, fränk and jens. with lance on their wheels. seconds later jens was down.
before the tt in annecy - lance stretching out his legs of fire!
'when i beat them, they will know!' he whispered slowly to himself again and again.
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.
