Tour de France: live at the Birchwood
These stages will see if the clean-team of Garmin-Chipotle can actually do some damage without the nourishment of hyped-up blood. Yeah, yeah, like all tours, this one has also been full of doping allegations and some convictions. The most glaring was the banishment of the Riccardo Ricco, the next Italian star who proved why modeling himself after the legendary Marco Pantani was stupid, although mildly entertaining.
But whatever, cheating is part of the tour. Lance’s dudes were doped up, as were his competitors, as was his heir… and well, maybe the Texan who left his wife to bump Sheryl Crow will someday turn into a Clementic figure (I copyright that phase, as well as Bondantic). The thing is, who cares? It makes for a good story full of passion and betrayal, and juicy stories are what make the tour, and the country of France, tick.
And combining the backdrop of contemporary tour history with the take no prisoners approach to dopers the current tour directors are using is making this tour exciting. So order up a plate of Birchwood’s sweet potato millet cakes, sip a cup of fair trade coffee and watch the manly men in tights power up hills toward history, and or, infamy.