It was rainy and cold today at the finish line in Belgium. I hate that. It makes such a mess. And it makes the walk to lunch so much longer. Plus I have no jacket here really, because I was banking on the fact that I would get a free one from VS.; and I was trying to pack light at the same time. But our swag really sucked ass this year (yes, it did), so I refuse to wear a BRIGHT neon green thin as paper wind jacket that doesn’t even say Versus on it. Somebody messed up bad in the swag department big time.
I was happy to see a friend from last year Thibault, this French guy who would always come by and pick up tapes from me to give to CBS. I wonder if he still has that super hot model girlfriend of his; I will have to find that out next time I see him…
Gent is a pretty awesome city. I asked Dirk yesterday if it was a big party town; he didn’t really know, but did know that it was somewhat of a college town. Which meant that it probably was a party town.
Sure enough, after the race was over, the streets were still littered with people. Cycling is such a huge sport in this country (Belgium), and having the Tour de France even pass through your town, let alone finish a stage there is a big deal. People were out partying like it was St. Patrick’s Day. Bars were overflowing on to the streets, people were having parties on the balconies of their apartments; it was intense. Though I didn’t see it, apparently they were jumping the course and fighting with police as well, soccer-riot style. Especially since a Belgian won the stage.
The ride back into France on the A1 was a reminder of many the roads that were ahead of us: wide open speed circuits. We drove deep into the forests of Compiègne to the Domaine Bois d’Aucourt; a small château operated by Thierry & Sylvie Clement-Bayard, and their dog, Ringby.

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