Well that's a wrap...thanks to the two people who read this junk. No more daily TV coverage until next year. Maybe we'll get weekend updates for the Vuelta. Time to throw out the sandbags, ride on the rivet, ride like a man possessed, throw caution and intellect to the wind, pedal squares, dig deep and other such cyclo-jargon.
Au revoir...drunk spectators, devils, dopers, that Al Troutwig replacement douche, Bob's gap, Saab's constant explanation of how every fucking turbo works, girating Mojito hips, ExxonMobil propaganda, channel flipping, needless but valiant attacking, pussy ass sponsors looking for excuses to bail on their teams, whiney wankers, ...but especially you brave Euro-Mullet-Wearers...we'll miss you most of all.
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From Dueche to New Improved Douche:
When the Tour of French started I was happy Big AL was not there this year. By the end I was wishing he was back.
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