While I love cycling, I’m not a racer and I don’t normally enjoy watching races, but both my wife and I love watching the Tour de France. Besides the sheer athleticism necessary for three solid weeks of Herculean effort, besides the strategies and successes and crashes and heartbreaks, there is this:
…the fabulous European scenery. Watching Le Tour is like watching a travel show, several hours per day for three weeks, with scores of colorful Lycra-clad athletes tossed in for color. We track the route on maps and ooh over mountain scenery and narrow streets in historic cities, and talk about how if we won the lottery we’d go there, and there, and there too.
I do have one overriding thought when I watch the riders scream down these curvy descents, though, and it’s not about scenery. It’s a huge, green cloud of envy, because it would be so utterly awesome to have both lanes of a road at my disposal while carving curves! Geez, that must be fun.
Well, at least I can live vicariously. Viva Le Tour!