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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