I was up to nearly 3am last night watching the Tour de France. It’s amazing to think that watching a bunch of men in lycra generally riding in a bunch (aka ‘the peleton‘) can be so compelling. But it is. The regular crashes certainly add some excitement to proceedings, and last night there was a real doozy. The pretty French countryside looks good too, with the locals lining the route (and occasionally getting in the way), or putting on a show for the rest of the world watching. Then there’s the dulcet tones of Phil Liggott, the anglo voice of cycling. Laying in bed in far away Oz watching the action it is the voice of Phil Liggott that makes it familiar from years of listening to his informed and occasionally wry commentary.
Long way to go, but at this stage – and Contador well back – Australia’s own Cadel Evans would probably be favourite for the event, running second and that margin behind the leader. By this time tomorrow he’ll likely be wearing the yellow jersey, but it’s the days ahead through the hills and mountains that sorts out the contenders from the pretenders. He’s been there before though, and this is his best chance so far. Touch wood.