Saturday, June 29, 2013

Day 180: Corsican Crayfish With Linguini

Let's talk bicycles. And let's talk them over the next three weeks. Bicycles and teams and jerseys (especially the white one with pink spots, love the mountains), bicycles and scenery and strategy and controversy, bicycles and allegations and British accents, bicycles and foreign names that roll like haikus off the tongue. Let's talk the Tour de France. And not just any Tour de France. This year is the one hundredth anniversary of the best race on the planet. I am not a sport fan. At all. Ever. I can't understand the point most of the time. What is exciting about a ball game where you can't use your hands? Why on earth make a rule where you can't throw the ball forwards? Cricket? Just why? Same with golf. I have a small number of sports that I do like to watch: ice skating, roller derby, diving, gymnastics and that one where they madly sweep the ice in front of a heavy bottomed pot (it looks like a fun way to do household chores and entertains me for at least seven minutes every winter Olympics). And the Tour. The Tour is watching a travel show with a really exciting ending.

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Last night was the starting stage for 2013. It is beginning on Corsica this year. Porto Vecchio to Bastia; two hundred and thirteen kilometers. And what an insane finish. With ten kilometers to go, a bus came down the finishing strait and got stuck under the finishing gate. They couldn't get it out. As teams with a two hundred and thirteen kilometer plan raced at forty kilometers an hour to the end, they madly tried to get the bus out. Withing minutes they decided the three-kilometer-to-go sign would be the new finish line. Three kilometers makes a lot of difference to a strategy. When they were within three kilometers of that new finish there was a huge pile up of riders. All the major sprint contenders were in the fall. The way was opened to an outsider's chance. And then they got the bus moved. Back to plan A. And the big thighed German sprinter Marcel Kittel from team Argos-Shimano is now in yellow. Of course, then, as you undoubtedly know, the fall and the changed finish line caused another problem. In a fall within three kilometers of the finish, everyone gets the same finish time. (Please don't ask me to explain how the points system works. I stopped studying maths as a university under-grad, I am not adequately qualified to advise.) The fall happened within three kilometers before the finish line was changed back to the original which meant it no longer was. Make sense? They paid it though. There will be talk about this today at water coolers around the world. What a start! Aren't you guys excited?

Gabriel Gate cooks a local dish each day on the tour. My title is that dish.


The Outfit
T-shirt: Gifted
Cape: Hand made by me for climbing the Eureka Tower one year
Pantaloons: As above
Socks: Gifted
Shoes: Rivers


Photographer de Jour: V——


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