Nicholas Roche writes a column for one of the Irish newspapers while riding the longer stages races.
Discussing his abandonment of the P-N race he says
"This morning, for the first time this week, I put my rain bag into the breakaway car. If it started raining, I wanted easy access to my gloves, cape and other paraphernalia if things went according to plan and I got into the day's main move.
The stage started really fast and immediately I was jumping across to attacks and trying to get into the right move. I got up the road a few times, but we were brought back almost immediately each time. After a while, I started to struggle and drifted down the back of the bunch. Soon I was last wheel and felt like I had ridden 300km, instead of just 60km.
I was feeling terrible. My legs were empty, my head was light and even my arms were weak. Eventually, I just let the wheel in front of me go and had to chase for a bit. There was a group of eight or 10 riders behind me and I was with them for a while, but even then I was suffering.
I was dropped by the stragglers after about 80km. My manager, Julien Jurdie, stayed with me in the team car for a while. He was hoping that the group in front of me would slow down and eventually I'd get back on and I'd recover and be able to survive to the finish. But I couldn't see myself going another minute on the bike.
When he realised how bad I was, Julien stopped the car and I abandoned. There was no big scene. No commissaire stripping me of my race numbers, no TV crews in my face. I climbed off my bike, got into the car and put my head in my hands. There was no big sobbing session but a couple of tears of frustration betrayed me and sneakily rolled down my cheeks"
Tough life.