Another year, another Tour de France.
Back in the 90’s, when I began biking in earnest, Miguel Indurain of Spain was king of the hill. On Sunday rides I wore his Banesto jersey proudly, I have to admit that it gave me a boost going up the hills.
Those days I would watch the Tour de France live telecast in the mornings and couldn’t wait to go out for my afternoon training ride with my fellow riders.
The Tour de France is a spectacle I never miss, it’s a sporting event that means so much more if you’ve ever worn spandex. When I would tell my friends and family that I did a 60 mile ride on Sunday, the puzzled look on their faces was priceless. They couldn’t understand the appeal of sitting on a skinny bicycle seat for 3 hours, since they had never worn spandex.
As I watch the Tour de France streaming on my second monitor, I feel like I’m also peddling, my lungs burning, my thighs screaming in pain, I love it. There’s no substitute for aerobic exercise, the endorphin high, you’re alive like no other time.
Bicycle races are coming your way
So forget all your duties oh yeah
Fat bottomed girls they’ll be riding today
So look out for those beauties oh yeah