We’re in Albi now; for the Albi Time Trial, but it was midnight last night when we found the hotel.
The centre of Toulouse is just one enormous road work and it transpired we had been about 50 yards from the place on half a dozen occasions but the “rue barre” signs had foiled us.
Sleep came easily, and I had a great dream about 70’s soul singer, Betty Wright. The only thing was that she kept morphing from Afro-haired black soul goddess to a white woman with lank blond hair – I’ll have to ask my analyst about that one.
We’re on the ‘peage’ – toll road – headed for Albi, our credentials and the first time trial of the 2007 Tour de France.
We just passed the Carlos Sastre supporters club bus, he’s a good rider, but Tour-winner? We don’t think so.
The time trial is a classic of the type; 54 K, long drags where it’s all about power and pain with long stretches of rapid down-grade where the climbers will loose time, hand over fist.
Cancellara will be hard to beat, he was ‘dropped’ yesterday, but that would probably be him saving his legs.