Cycling has always been in Owen Philipson’s blood; growing up in Edinburgh on a BMX and then hitting the Pentland Hills in the 90’s when mountain biking came along. He’s now based in Stirling and after a bit of a cycling hiatus has been into road riding since 2008.
His interest in road racing started after several successive summer holidays to France, when he began to let l’Équipe’s coverage of the Tour seep into his brain as there was such a dearth of football news in July. He joined his local club and had a crack at road racing, finally getting to Cat 3 in 2013.
With two young kids in the family, that may be the peak of Owen’s road racing ‘career’, meanwhile volunteering at races and a new-found passion for cyclocross keeps him touch with the Scottish scene and he documents it all on his blog, “The Drum Up”.
This summer Owen was in France and near to the start of Le Tour’s Stage 8 so decided to pop along to the buses and see what he could see.
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I am staying at my in-laws in Brittany, as I do every summer since I got married and every two or three years it is my base for watching the Tour on the ground. This year things couldn’t be better, with a stage start about 40 minutes east in the city of Rennes and the finish accessible about an hour to the west.
I have enjoyed looking at the team cars, buses at the start in previous years so my plan is to find the ‘paddock’ and see how close I can get. With journalists, soigneurs and directeur sportifs all around, the fan can feel part of the event.
Rennes is a historic city with many narrow cobbled streets and not much pavement space to work with. As I head down from the metro station to the village depart, the crowds get thicker the closer I get to the podium.
People are already mad for the publicity caravan, with Festina casquettes all over the place. I wonder whether opinions vary across the Channel, but after canvassing my French friends, I find that they are still strongly associated with scandal.
They’d rather be known as the official timekeeper of the Tour de France, though, and the deluge of promotional caps might move things another step towards achieving that.
I walk past the podium and against the flow of pedestrian traffic, looking for the teams. I ask gruff Belgian merchandise seller where they’ll be and he barks at me – “right here, right in front of you, they’ll be going past!”
I don’t want to see the ceremonial roll-out, though; I want to get in amongst it all. He was right though, because a few minutes later, Lotto-Jumbo roll in, with their bus, five team cars and two people carriers; followed by a steady stream of teams.
It takes me a few minutes to remember that you need to just jump the barriers and wander about. Us Brits like to queue and generally follow the rules; elsewhere in Europe people are much more relaxed.
“Look, it’s Peter Kennaugh!” says one fan from behind the barriers as the British champion squeezes through the mob to go down to sign on. I can hear the voice in his head saying “it’s actually Peter Kennaugh, right there” and I can’t help thinking that if he’d ignored the barrier he could have got a bit closer to his heroes.
The contrast in atmosphere around different teams is marked: for the big favourites, Astana, Sky and Tinkoff in particular, there is a big crowd. For some of the French teams the crowd is even bigger: AG2R, Europcar and FDJ.
What I’m here for is to get close and to talk to people. As a writer and avid podcast listener, the journalists are of as much interest to me as the teams themselves.
Down by MTN Qhubeka, I spot Ned Boulting and say hi but as a TV personality, he is very recognisable and although polite, his guard is up. He has a job to do, and Brian Smith comes over to be interviewed.
I eavesdrop as he explains for the camera how he has inspired his wildcard troops to feel like they belong amongst the biggest race and riders in the world; “I’m from a small country – Scotland, and to make it in the peloton I had to be more confident than everybody else.”
The mood of the fans around the MTN Qhubeka bus is joyous, with one guy chanting Daniel Teklehaimanot’s name and another African couple beaming as he comes out to sign their placard.
They have come across from Paris to support him.