Thursday, July 21, 2011

Tour de Friggen France

Today was the big day: The "Queen" stage of the tour de france which passed through three mythical cols, for a whole lot of altitude gain. With a profile like today's, it was fairly certain that some kind of attack would happen, but I don't think anyone imagined how exciting a stage it would really be. I was thinking about recent tours, and it was definitely the most exciting stage I have watched for a long time. Perhaps more importantly, the tour was going right through the town that we are staying in!

For the past few days I had been trying to drum up excitement in my generally non cycling obsessed co-chaletards, with limited success. However, when you see Andy Schleck attack with 60 km of hard riding left to go, and in particular relatively exposed and headwindy terrain... I think most everyone was excited! Unfortunately, the day did not get off to a great start, when
Christine, Terry and Robyn went to the wool mill in Chantmerle in the morning and were unable to return because of the road closures. Instead, they had to walk back to the chalet, much to their chagrin. They managed to make it back well in advance of the tour, though.

Everyone went out an hour early or so to see all the hotdog cars go by, and get free stuff.


The race spectators were worse than grad students at the prospect of free stuff: one enormous imbecile walked right in front of Jon and me and began swinging his hands in two arcs trying to get packets of Nesquick thrown at him. A middle aged woman next to me was throwing elbows and muttering about free laundry detergent. When the first detergent mobile passed her by, she was visibly distraught, but perked up when she saw a second detergent mobile. I don't think she really need a free one-dose detergent packet, based on the fact that she lives in a GIANT chalet next to the chalet that we were renting. Eventually, I got fed up and braved the wrath of the young gendarme who was blowing his whistle and yelling at people for walking in the street (what would he have done on Galibier, I wonder?) and crossed the street. There were much fewer things being thrown onto the left side of the road, but less of a feeding frenzy, which was fine by me. All I really wanted was the coveted Carrefour polka dotted caps for the kids, and to get pictures of the chalet posse.



We went back to the Chalet to watch the tour live on TV, and were amazed to see the Andy-attack. I thought that there was no way he would maintain his gap on the ramp up to Galibier, since it isn't that steep, and there is ton of wind, but they had sent one of their teammates up in advance of the attack, and actually increased the gap. Here they are, several (4?) minutes ahead of the peloton

And then the peloton, which probably should have started reeling them in earlier!

Worth mentioning: Team Sky has the nicest team cars:

After the peloton whizzed by, we (okay, I) rushed back to the chalet to watch the run up to Galibier. When Schleck hit the base of Galibier with the same lead, even the French commentators assumed that Voeckler would not be in Yellow at the end of the day. Amazingly, he hung onto Evans' wheel for all of Galibier (dropping Contador) and made the gap small enough to retain the yellow jersey! During one of the most memorable sections of one of the most memorable stages in recent Tour history, I heard a "Daaaaaaady-o" coming from the bathroom, which was the song of the three-year-old-butt-that-needs-wiping. So while Voekler was killing himself trying to keep the jersey, I was frantically searching for diaper wipes and cleaning butt. Epic stuff.

After all the tour hullabaloo was over, we dropped Terry off back at her stranded car in Chantemerle. I guess her epic was just getting started, and it ended up taking quite a long time to get to Geneva that night. Along the way, I noticed that the HTC-Highroad team (one of three US teams in the tour) truck was in a lot across the street, so I crept up on it and took these photos.


Amazing things that I missed:
1)That is mark cavendish's bike!! (bib 171)
2)I think that is Tony Martin (one of the world's best time trialists) talking to the mechanic!
3)There is a rubber chicken hanging in the team truck

also, the mechanic was slamming the crankset into the frame with a hammer, having declared the previous crankset "caput". It wasn't even a sprint stage, and Cav still managed to nuke his crank.

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