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I wandered up to the Avenue des Champs Elysées, where the last
kilometers of the race would take place, and was shocked to find that even
though there was still four hours until race time, the people were already
lined up against the barricades in such a manner that there were no spots
open. At the very end of the road near the Arc de Triomphe where the riders
would turn around, people were stacked 8 deep already. They had camped
there for two days for those spots. To their dedication, I can only say:
Chapeau! |
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After wandering a bit I sort of butted into a conversation that a British
couple were having with some Americans who, it turns out, were from the
Bay Area as well. I didn't get their names, but I did get Mark and Claire's.
They were cycling fanatics who were huge Lance fans. Mark had done a group
ride on one of the mountain stages 10 days before and it made my legs hurt
just to hear about it. His next purchase was to be a Trek time trial bike.
He even wore the same kind of watch as Lance. They were much better prepared
than I was, having brought their fold up stools and enough food to feed
10 people, which at one point they did. |
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