Everybody at the Tour de France wants the coveted yellow jersey of race leader. This French cow was in yellow for stage three last year, the crazy cobblestone stage that ended in the coal mining town of Arenberg.
That was the day I had to hitchhike but mostly walk that last 10 kilometers to the finish town while lugging my laptop — a long, long day. When I reached the salle de presse, I bypassed it and went to the event party at the same place, downed three lille and tonics in quick succession and went to the hotel to crash.
Still, when you’ve seen a French cows in the yellow, green and polka jerseys, well, that’s a sight and a half.