I’m starting to realize (just now, on Stage 18) how immense Lance’s following is. Each day, more and more Americans huddle around our truck (somehow they’re credentialed) or just outside the fences near our truck to catch a glimpse of, well, a number of things. Some just want to find a TV to watch the race, some want to see our wall-to-wall Lance coverage, some just want to watch American television, which they’ve been without for some time, no doubt.
The race of truth is today. And we’ve got 10 feeds separate feeds to showcase it. Clean, Dirty, Heli 1, Heli 2, Moto, In-Car, Start Line, Mid-Check, Finish Line, & Loop (super-mo). Ask the ASO – does anyone else get this much special treatment? Nope. Just us. You’re welcome.Another feature of mine has aired! At this rate, you may just get to see all of them.
Since no one in the car has an acceptable mp3 player (notice I didn’t say iPod, Novak…) from which to play music, nor the means to do so; we have been forced to listen to French Radio for the most part. Joel and I have come upon Radio Fun, a mostly disco/electronic station, filled with tunes to which we like to dance in place. Maria is quick to judge and calls us gay. I snapped back with:
“…if by gay you mean we love to dance to awesome music?” Well, yeah!
And speaking of awesome music, I wish I could put into words a description of what I saw in the downtown square of Bourg Saint Andeol, our hometown for the next two evenings. It might go something like this: Awesome Country Line Dancing party. That will suffice. I’m not kidding, there was line dancing to an American [-sounding] Country band. In the middle of nowhere, France. Unreal. And the Frenchies loved it. So too did Double D, who helped us out with the lyrics. We pulled up a table at an outdoor bar, and the whole gang sat, drank, and watched the show.
Tonight, we’re in this kind of bed and breakfast place, but it’s much, much weirder. While this ‘hotel’ only has a few rooms, it is most eccentrically decorated. I’m in a room entitled, ‘J’embarque sur le Marco Polo’; and it basically stems from a journey someone once took on a boat, as my room pretty much looks like I’m living in a cabin on a boat. Many, many pictures of this place are sure to follow.
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