As I’ve said more than once, you just never know what you’ll discover on the roads of the Tour de France.
If memory serves, I snapped this apparition on the way back from the Tourmalet stage that Andy Schleck won in 2010. I was motoring along — it had been a long day and I was finally off the mountain and headed, I think, in the direction of Lourdes, miracle capital of France and a truly strange place to visit.
I was back on flat roads and zipping along far from the Tour traffic jams when lo and behold this vision of cycling’s past suddenly appeared. I slowed down, lowered the car window and stared. Being a typical Frenchman, he stared back like I was the one with the oddity.
When we think about the Tour de France, one of the things we get most excited about is the unexpected. The Tour is a compaction, an intensity that seems to bring out plenty of bizarre and memorable moments. We can’t wait to see plenty more.
Vive Le Tour, vive le Grand Velo.