Today I was in the feed zone car with the soigneurs again. This is a good way to see the route, although it goes by at a quick pace and you can’t really stop to sightsee. And there is plenty to see in the French country side. Every year I come I resolve to come back with a bike and tour around the winding rolling “D” roads. One of the most scenic places was the vineyards of Bordeaux and Sauternes. Today there are the usual vineyards, and there seem to be lots offering dégustations (tastings), but there are lots more in the foothills of the Pyrenees. There is no shortage of castles strategically sited on hilltops and ancient towns in the valleys below.
Geert shows off his car racing skills as we tear down the closed 2-lane roads in pursuit of the Caravan. Then we slalom through the 150 or so cars of the publicity caravan and get to the feed zone ahead of them to park and set up before they arrive.
On the way we have various discussions slandering each others’ nationality and culture. Geert wonders what the Spanish are thinking with the bullfight thing. Alex explains that the bulls are treated better than regular cattle, live longer, and also explains the other traditions of the bullfight and toreadors. When we get to the feed zone the discussion continues with impromptu bullfighting lessons using Geert as the bull. Check the photos on the website.
At the feed zone, the soigneurs prepare the musettes for the riders and then hand them off as the riders stream through the feed zone. The musettes contain bidons of cold water and sports drink, a Coke, and a selection of bars, gels, and some food prepared and wrapped in tin foil by the chef or soigneurs. This could be a piece of cake or other dessert and maybe half an apple or banana.
They also prepare more cold drinks for the cars as they pass through. In the car today was Gawie Nienaber, the chief counsel from CSC Europe. Gawie (pronounced Havie) is a cycling fan and a big proponent of CSC’s sponsorship of the Team. He will play an important role in the negotiations for the sponsorship contract extension in the next few days.
After the handoff, we jump in the car and rush ahead to leapfrog the race and get ready on the finish line.
We’re in a small town tonight and the bus gets stuck and can’t get down the street. The hotel is very close to the Spanish border (in fact the race goes through Spain tomorrow), we get paella for dinner. This is one of my favourite dishes and no-one makes it better than Anna’s mom, so my standard is pretty high. In the end it wasn’t too bad and the beers on tap were all Belgian abbey beers. A bit odd as we are nowhere near Belgium, but I didn’t stop to ponder that too long as I sampled a few.
At 11:30 after dinner was finished, a bunch of us went out to the local town festival. The town square is packed with people from all ages, hanging around eating and drinking, bands playing, kids running around. When we left around 1:00am I think it was just getting going in earnest. You’ve gotta like the European attitude towards life. In Spain, dinner seemed to start at 11pm, and keeps going with drinks etc. until 1:30am. I think the kids went to bed around midnight. No wonder they need the siesta to recover. This region of France doesn’t seem much different.