The bike does not rust.
For its 109th edition, the Tour de France has kept its promises.
For three weeks, it riveted 10 million spectators in front of their screens and projected hundreds of thousands on the side of the roads.
We have rarely seen an old lady seduce so many people.
From Copenhagen to the Champs-Élysées, 170 runners rode as if they had the sacred fire hot on their heels.
They traveled, in the heat wave, 3,500 km in 21 stages at an average of 42 km/h.
This is not reasonnable.
The sprinters had peaks at nearly 80 km/h and we saw descenders spinning at more than 100. What are the police doing?
There were spectacular falls, narrow escapes, retirements, laughter, tears, and
"shitty questions"
on doping.
How do they go so fast, so high, so far beyond themselves?
The question never ceases to torment observers.
Antoine Blondin, yellow jersey of the writers of the Tour, said that an athlete
"is the one who has decided to step back...
This article is for subscribers only.
You have 54% left to discover.
Freedom is also to go to the end of a debate.
Keep reading your article for €0.99 for the first month
I ENJOY IT
Already subscribed?
Login
