Not much on TV, cloudy out, muggy, so I am watching the Tour De France. I am sitting here, drinking coffee, looking at this beautiful scenery and watching a bunch of guys riding bikes. Some fall, they pick themselves up, and then hold on to a car window while a doctor patches them up, doing what, 25 or 30 mph. I wonder if anyone ever got run over?
I wonder too what happens to all the stuff they throw away, water bottles, wrappers, they litter all along the route, who picks it all up.
Now they are going through a little town, people all along the street, yelling and waving and clapping. On the light posts, bikes handing there, some with cardboard cutouts all sorts of decorations, and then what maybe a minute or so and the bikes are gone, not to come back for another year.
Another town, people dressed up in costumes, streets packed, OK, now they are out of town.
Maybe because it is Europe, but those bikes are arms lengths from the crowds. It is just hard to believe that some jerk, somewhere doesn't reach out and grab or hit a biker, cause a massive pile up. Maybe that is why they have it in France.
I don't see many signs along the roadside, no big billboards, just beautiful scenery.
It is all a mystery to me how the race works, all the cars with bikes on them, motorcycles, helicopters, all the sunglasses and bike caps. What about going to the bathroom?
Small campers, half of the people in France must own small campers.
I guess the scenery is worth watching. All those bikers, and only one guy isn't staring at someones butt.
