Bastille Day and the last stage we would be watching in person. We were headed towards Laffrey, the first real climb of the day's stage, just right outside of Grenoble where we were staying. However, our journey took about twice as long as planned to find our spectating spot given the unanticipated scenic tour through the various small mountain villages en route. Although I would like to blame the GPS, this situation was probably due more to the poor planning by the driver (ie, yours truly). Nonetheless, we arrived in plenty of time to get a spot, see the caravan, and see the race.
Our Tour experience was now official and complete, as we were stationed about 50 meters from Didi the Devil.
Here they come! The Saxo boys leading the chase.
While picture quality is somewhat blurry, this was taken just inches from the peloton. In fact, this is Ballan charging up the mountain just beside Chuck's wrist (to the right) and me. Although only for a few seconds, as a fan, you are literally part of the race!
Heading home. While the boys would have another week and a half to go, our race was now over. What a ride it was!Bis später
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