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There's still pros

A look a little closer, what happened today on the tour was not to happen. In normal times, when there 's a boss in the bunch, a team that dominates and the sprinters have ants in the legs, a runner should not only win a stage when the vanguard it almost sucks the wheel. Ben sometimes, there's the guys who are still arriving, without busting your teeth, make the lunch at the big dozen training barking at his heels. It's nice. That's why we still look around, not because we are in chômedu or retired or to have a kid too taf, but to share the happiness of one type alone who waddles her ass in front of more hundred and fifty riders, five hundred cars and trucks three miles. In addition, it is not a Cador, a stiff bristle nobliau, a star, but a guy's bossé because he knows not do much else. Too bad, but it is like that the Tour, from the bottom. Well, after it is written from the top, but that's another story.

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A city tour that will surely spice

Silently, I watched the first stages of the Tour. After passing a little winded on Sainte Devote and some laces on the edges of the pool, the trailer (which is long since a TGV) has embarked on the track of his "Golden Fleece", as they say when there are letters. And what do you think happened? Attracted by the smell, an old fox Cossack Texan and his company (or Kazakh, I do not know) greedily cutting back the folds of the dress that Divine Providence has put under their nose. Between them and victory, there is what makes the glory and honor of those battles of modern times, that is to say nothing.