My Tour

Peter McCallum said:

Well after a grueling three weeks I can report that:
I failed to turn up for the prologue
Failed to finish Stages 1 through to 21.

I finally thought I'd catch the end of a stage last night when I saw the
peleton in the Champs Elysees but once again didn't have the stamina to
stay with the field for that crutial last half hour.

For some reason I suffered a similar fate on each stage: watching until
the leaders were 30 to 15km from the finish, then find myself unconsious
on the couch at 4am listening to Brazillian folk melodies and staring
confused the SBS weather map.

As this was my first tour, I think I did pretty well to finish only
13.75 hours behind Lance. Next year I think I'll get right in the spirit
of things and load up with a few stimulants. Maybe even Nescafé, or even
better Lavazza, will sponsor me.

Viva le tour! Viva le sleep!

Pierre

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Peter McCallum
Mackay Qld AUSTRALIA

ROFLMAO

It's so true. Occasionally I would wake up at about 3 am, with my neck
out, and that weird music playing. I thought it was a nightmare. But
when I watched the highlights the next day, I realised I'd watched a lot
more than I thought. Except for the ITT, when I only saw Rasmussen's
FIRST crash, but watched the rest later. Poor guy.

Tam

On Mon, 25 Jul 2005 09:03:41 +1000, [email hidden]

(Peter McCallum) said:

Well after a grueling three weeks I can report that:
I failed to turn up for the prologue
Failed to finish Stages 1 through to 21.

I finally thought I'd catch the end of a stage last night when I saw the
peleton in the Champs Elysees but once again didn't have the stamina to
stay with the field for that crutial last half hour.

For some reason I suffered a similar fate on each stage: watching until
the leaders were 30 to 15km from the finish, then find myself unconsious
on the couch at 4am listening to Brazillian folk melodies and staring
confused the SBS weather map.

I only did that once. Decided to pull the doona up up and wait the 20
minutes to see how McEwan, Husold and O'Grade managed to sprint it
out for a few points at the front of peleton, next thing I'm freezing
cold, my arm is killing from where it is hooked over the edge of the
lounge, and the room was lit with this weird blue glow. On the bright
side the drool managed to come out of the arm rest and SBS managed to
place an ad over the sprint anyway, so it saved me from getting mad
and yelling at the TV.

That was untill they left the race in the middle of the Champs Elysee.
Fortunately rain drove them back to the race just when it started to
get interesting.

dewatf.