The Tour De’France is truly a lovely thing. Mom and I watch it. OK, we TiVo it, then we watch it. As of today, we are five stages behind. And that’s only because DirecTV got a hitch in it’s get along and lost one stage and a rest day. Mom was in a very high state of agitation the day THAT happened! Whooee! Do not mess with her bicycle race! But I guess if that hadn’t happened, we’d be seven days behind.
Mom waits for the TDF all year. She’s a bit batty over it. She’s into backgound, who’s who, strategy, new technology. She even takes those tidbits of information the commentators give out (I like Phil Ligget and Paul Sherwin- they have cool accents, and Bob Roll is just a bit off center so you have like the guy.) and applies them to her cycling.
And, yes, I realize she is a week behind. So if she likes it so much, why is she a week behind, you ask? It’s like a tradition with her. She says no one has time to sit in front of the television for four to five hours a day, regardless of what’s on. Her behind would get sore, nothing will get done, life will pass her by, blah, blah, blah. And TiVo is a wonderful thing.
I can state unequivocally that I, personally, could sit for hours on end watching the tour (or anything else for that matter).
You can see this here, where Dad got a shot of me devouring the fast paced, exciting sport of pro cycling in it’s highest form. To be honest, I’ve got pretty good form here, too. I’m actually a darned good-looking Griffon. Totally relaxed and comfortable in my environment. Not the least bit disturbed by the chaos and carnage happening at the Tour.
And to think that everyone else is done watching, up and going about their day, back to the old grind. History has been rewritten in the cycling books. Everyone is done with the 2012 Tour De’France. Not me. Oh, no. I have at least five days left.. And if history repeats itself, I can easily squeeze seven more days of heaven out of this bike race.
Trivia Time!!! There are 21 days in the Tour De’France. I bet not one of you can guess which day is my favorite. Hmm? Three guesses and the first two don’t count against you. Think, think, think.
Why, obviously it would be….
Hahaha! See you in the Pyre’ne’es!