I’ve been a keen cyclist for many years. I’ve been a huge fan of the Tour de France for many years. My 8 year old daughter was even in Paris for the final day of the Tour this year. (Not that I’m jealous or anything.) However, it was only last night that I had my first dream about the Tour de France.
For some reason I was riding in the race. I was riding along side fellow Australian Robbie McEwan. I don’t know why one of the world’s greatest sprinters would be towards the back of the peleton but he was …. along with me. I think he had some mechanical problem which put him toward the back. I also don’t know why an overweight forty something like me, who has never raced in his life, would be riding in the Tour de France.
In the sprint toward the finish we weren’t all that far back …. but we were at the back. In the final lunge for the line Robbie and I were battling it out trying to avoid being last in the stage. It may surprise you to know that Robbie got over the line just ahead of me.
Once the stage was over I was thinking about the stages to come and I was a little worried about the time trials. I was particularly concerned about the team time trial (even though I didn’t know what team I was in) because I didn’t want to let my team mates down.
The other thing running through my mind after finishing was the time difference back home in Australia. I wanted to ring home and let folks know that I was sure to be part of the highlights on TV because I had been riding with Robbie.
Posted by Rodney Olsen
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