Better late than never. What a day. Thinking about trailer parks, high school reunions, and fireworks, and if that ain’t all-American you can, ah, you can do whatever you want. I’m not into telling people what to do so much.
3 guys explode in futile effort to make something different happen. A bunch of meatheads sprint for the line after chilling all day in the pack. Same guy wins doing same thing he did yesterday. The COLOSSAL APOSTLE is once again mentioned seconds before the finish. What’s up with that?
I don’t know, it had it’s moments, but the Tour de France is no ride at Munson.
Juancho down and out for the night.