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Salle de Presse, Meridien Hotel, Paris, 18.55 Sunday July 27th. We just watched Steegmans demonstrate how to sprint, he’s a much better sprinter than he is a time triallist [see yesterday's Pez piece].
Sastre won his, and CSC’s first Grand Tour without drama, there was the usual show boating-’Carlos with glass of champagne’, it says here on this script – and French riders grabbing TV time, so the sponsor’s VIP’s could enjoy their champagne more.
The Salle de Presse, 17.30 Saturday 26th July and Carlos Sastre has just won the Tour de France, it won’t be official until tomorrow after the big show on the Champs Elysee, but it’s won.
Personally I’m happy with the result; at least Sastre took the race by the scruff of the neck on L’Alpe D’Huez, an ‘exploit.’ Evans strategy of following may have been dictated by the weakness of his team, but it would have been hard to be enthusiastic about him as a Tour winner.
Sastre is a good pro, who doesn’t have an over inflated opinion of himself, and I’m a fan of most things Spanish, so that’s cool.
Bonjour 08.30 we’re just getting ready to roll. This is our second F1 hotel of the trip, Grenoble two nights ago and here, last night, basic but clean and the beds work fine – 33 euros for the two of us, so musn’t grumble.
It’s another beautiful day in France, more that can be said for St. Etienne, which seems to be re-inventing itself as a ‘Techno Town.’ The old part of town is fine though, we had an excellent pizza in a little restaurant last night.
It was great to sit down at a semi reasonable hour with a knife and fork and know we didn’t have a huge drive to put in after our meal.
Nearly read to roll, so wish me luck on my Kawasaki!…
Guten dag! We honoured Carlos yesterday, so we best pay tribute to Big Marcus today. It’s been a great Tour for Columbia – and it’s not over yet.
We had to be flexible today, the plot was to do a bike feature – the top GC riders plus points and mountains leaders – but the start at Bourg-D’Oisans was so tight for space, with team buses in the village streets that there was no room for the team trucks. These went directly to the hotels at the finish in St. Etienne, so it wasn’t the best day to bike skek.
Thinking on my feet, I decided to do an opinion piece on “has Sastre done enough to win?”
Ola! Wee bit Spanish there in honour of Carlos, a great ride-one that puts him up with the legends. But?… Is it enough to win him the 2008 Tour de France? We’ll find out on Saturday, in the chrono; Cadel has to be the favourite though.
It’s 9.00 pm and we’re still in the Salle de Presse on L’Alpe, another long one, but they all are. We spent the night in Pra Loup, a word of advice, do not visit the Club du Soleil les Bergers hotel, it’s not the answer!
Ah! The glamour of the Tour, sat in the toilet of the hotel room, word processing at 06.30 am. I’m in here so as not to disturb Martin, who needs his sleep to get us up to l’Alpe D’Huez in a couple of hours.
The BlackBerry lost it’s ability to send emails last night, so instead of my usual tapping away on the tiny key pad, here I am on a full size job-albeit one that’s perched on the edge of the shower tray as I sit on the you-know-what. But let’s talk about yesterday-is that a song title?
Its glorious today (Tuesday) the Volvo aircon is off, the windows are open and I’m sure that my washing on the back parcel shelf must be dry by now.
Ciao! It was gone midnight when we hit the hay, last night.
There was no thought of food, just sleep, it seemed to take an age to get off the mountain at Pratto and get to our digs at Racconigi – maybe it was just because we were so tired.
Breakfast was chronic, stale bread, no cheese, no ham and everything else in polythene wrappers.
First mission of the day was to meet Stuey O’Grady at the CSC press conference. He’s a buddy of Martin’s pal, Pete Jacques.
Follow the road until further instructed… Hurray, the satnav is working again!
Ahh ! pardon, bonjour mes amis en Ecosse, bienvenu Ã le 15eme etape de la Tour de France avec l’equipe VeloVeritas.
Kilometre 52, four kilometres from the summit of the Col d’Agnel and Jean-Paul Loris of ASO leaps into the road ahead of us. Despite the fact that we’ve passed hundreds of police and officials, he’s spotted that our stickers are the wrong colour.
We plead, beg, bargain; “Non! You stop, here!”
Digne-les-Bains, Saturday afternoon, 38 degrees and U2 are telling us it’s a “Beautiful Day” – that Bono, he knows everything.
We were supposed to meet up with American reader, John Larsen in Forcalquier, watch the race and sample the local fare with a BBQ, however Jet2.com kept us sat on the tar at Turnhouse for an hour before take off, scuppering our chances of catching the race.
And John forgot about the local fare too – c’est la vie!