France

Vive Le Tour!!!

Bonjour ma famille et mes amies!!

It has been a while between drinks (not literally of course. . .do not panic), following the Tour de France was a little hectic.

It's a strange race this Tour de France. As Melbournites we can only liken it to the Melbourne Cup - The Race that Stops the Nation . . . . For three weeks!

Adam has always been a huge fan of cycing - the Tour imparticular, but my interest was fleeting at best. The SBS post match wrap up each day sufficed - it was good and it always showed the best bits, such as Lance Armstrong showing his pedigree up hills, on the flat, in time trials . . .

After reading a book called French Revolutions by Tim Moore, Adam and I decided that we would have to follow the Tour around France one day. That was 5 years ago. Tim's book was about his trip over the Tour De France route on a touring bike. The book was lesson in cycling history combined with hilarious anecdotes of his own adventures. So 2007 turned out to be our year. . . .we decided to travel around France in a campervan. . .along with 5,684 elderly married couples. For those that ask, number not inclusive of Jen and Steve.

Robbie McWean waves at the flag in London

The Tour started in London this year. It was very exciting and London really turned it on. All of the cycling fans . .and their lycra. . .came out of the closet to support this magnificent event (and to support the fine weather) beginning with the 8km prologue through Hyde Park. Londonites soaked up the rays as the popular rollerblading strip was replaced with speedy cyclists, support vehicles and cheering crowds.The action on the big screen was captivating, the real life action almost to fast to catch. Stuart O'Grady crashed in spectacular style and Fabian Cancellara from Switzerland, showed why he was the World Champion. He blew the rest of the field away ensuring himself a start in yellow for the following day. Little did us Aussies know that Stuart's crash was only the beginning of similar incidents that plagued him and his fellow countrymen during the rest of the Tour.

The first stage was an exciting tour of all the important London sites finishing in Canterbury; the place made famous by Chaucer and his tales. Picture this. . .all of us in the van heading south east from London, stopping in what appears to be the middle of nowhere, walking a few kms up the road and catching our first, I repeat first glimpse of the Tour de France in all its glory. And in what dramatic style. . .Robbie McEwan, unbeknownst to us at the time, had just had a huge crash, and then right in front of us was another four bike pile up. Faring the worst was a young British rider, Mark Cavendish with T-Mobile. He rode past us in tears with blood pouring out of his knee. If it was any other race, you wouldn't bother going on. And so finished day one with Robbie McEwan working his way through the pelaton with his team to take the first stage convincingly and in true sprinting style.

Mark Cavendish - Inspirational

Due to his great first stage, we were lucky enough to watch Robbie finish in green at the end of stage two in Gant, Belgium. That was the last we saw of Robbie with the green jersey.

And so let me tell you about life on the road as an Australian supporter . . .it isn't all it's cracked up to be and there isn't a yellow jersey luring us to the finish line in Paris! You get up early, pack up camp, hit the road, hope like hell that you can get onto the route before it closes, spend two hours looking for the perfect place for viewing and for free merchandise (more on that later). You then set up everything you own to block off your little piece of prime viewing turf, wait for four hours for four minutes of cycling action, find a campsite and do it all again the next day. . .bien!!! Keeping the onlookers interested and engaged was the ever popular publicity caravan. It was a convoy of about 50 vehicles throwing out free stuff . . .hats, t-shirts, key rings, undersized novelty salamis, decks of cards, washing powder. . .you name it, they chucked it. We got so experienced that we knew what each vehicle was going to throw - "Yep, we need washing powder", "No, I've already got that key ring" Awesome!! The drivers and chuckers soon began to recognise us and the flag and would regularly announce over the loudspeakers "Hello Australia!". If they stopped for any length of time in front of us we used to get them to announce things like "You're a bloody ripper Cadel".

Official Supporters

Ah yes, back to the cycling action. Cadel Evans, Australia's best hope for a podium finish, was riding beautifully. Before the hills he was sitting just in the top twenty with another Australian hope, Michael Rogers from T-Mobile. One of the things we found incredibly difficult was keeping up to date with all of the Tour action. It was televised in its entirety on French television but we were generally en route or driving and had to wait for the free newspapers the next day to confirm how our Aussie boys were faring. In fact the best updates we got were from Mum and Dad Evans, who were following the race back in Australia. And there was plenty of action to be updated on. . . drug scandals, crashes, onlookers being killed. . .it was all happening.

The real racing didn't begin until stage five with the action moving to the French Alps. It was here that Cancellara lost the yellow jersey and the climbers such as Rasmussen, Contador and Cadel Evans came into their own. This is also when fortune turned bad for the other Aussie riders. Brett Lancaster, Team Milram, retired and we still don't know his story. Michael Rogers, on the same day he got a break from the pelaton, crashed on a steep descent, broke his collarbone and retired. It wasn't Stuart O'Grady's year either. He also had a crash on a descent, broke eight ribs and punctured his lung. Robbie McEwan, as a result of his accident during the first stage had to withdraw. In the short time that we followed Robbie this year, it was easy to see why he was a crowd favourite. In London, when the teams were introduced he rode past our flag and gave us a big wave. Then, on a hill climb out of a small town called Avallon he saw us again and said "G'day Aussies!" from the middle of the pelaton. Robbie McEwan provided us with our most talked about moments, we were very sad to hear that his tour had finished prematurely. And so,the only two were left standing (or sitting / riding. . . . . . . .whatever) were Cadel Evans - Team Predictor Lotto and Simon Gerrans - Team AG2R. Exciting times to come, we pick up the action at Col de Telegraph - Stage ten.

After 3 hours uphill

We had a great spot on the hill with beers and snacks a plenty. Due to good positioning, the merchandise came thick and fast. Jen seemed to be the number one target who, as team stunt man (all teams need a stuntman - Team CSC with Stuart O'Grady could definitely use one haha. . .) was hit by salamis, cards and other random items. As always, Jen took it for the team bagging plenty of merchandise and two team water bottles to boot. Love your work!!! The cycling action that day was fantastic. There was a break away group of four riders, a chasing pack with Cadel amongst it, then the pelaton. Simon Gerrans proved to be the invisible man for almost the duration of the race - he was very difficult to spot and even newspapers failed to print his results on a couple of occasions.

One of the stories of the Tour this year was that of Alexander Vinakourov. The Kazacstan rider with Team Astana was a favourite to take out the prestigious event. During the early stages of the race, he had what appeared to be a routine off (basic, non lethal crash for those of us not up with our cycling jargon!) that turned out to be quite significant - forty stitches later. And he soldiered on over the next few stages dropping five, six, ten minutes behind the leaders. Then when he was a heartbreaking 30 minutes off the pace he managed to finish a few minutes ahead of the pelaton with a breakaway group. Then the next day he had a magnificent stage win following a really gutsy ride. I mean this man was getting his wounds dressed whilst racing. The relief and happiness on Vinakourov's face after winning the stage was poignant and exciting all at the same time. That day, he returned a positive sample and Team Astana was withdrawn. And so began the drug scandals for 2007.

Team Astana Riders

The withdrawal of Team Astana spelled the end for two big cycling names - Alexander Vinakourov and Andreas Kloden. The competition was wide open with Michael Rasmussen showing that he was a force to be reckoned with. Team Rabobank controlled the pace beautifully protecting their best hope with Team Discovery Channel (Lance's Team) putting in a great team ride as well. It was during the stages in the Pyrenees that cracks started appearing in Cadel's team - Predictor Lotto. No-one in Predictor Lotto had the legs to provide Cadel with any support up the hills. He was out on his own and did it tough. The young gun from Discovery, Alberto Contador showed his climbing prowess taunting the yellow jersey holder, Michael Rasmussen, up the hills. The two worked well together managing to get away from Cadel on quite a few occaisions.

The Pyrenees was a spectacular back drop for the cycling action. The peaks were imposing, jagged, unpredictable. We were lucky enough to camp just below the summit of one of the huge climbs. The tents went up as the mist rolled over the hills and the temperature dropped about 8 degrees. We had spent the morning sunning ourselves on a beach in Montpellier and there we were, rugged up and cold. What a country! The best parts about the campsite was I could see the route from our tent and we were next to a big group of crazy Frenchmen who gave us beers and wine, bless 'em!

The next morning we got up early and staked our claim on a great spot. We painted a huge sign aptly drawn up by Jen, the Team Artist. This was all in aid of gettting TV coverage from the helicopters (Peta saw it!!!!!!). Then we waited. . .and waited. It is very difficult to explain the excitement of hearing the choppers and knowing that shortly we would be witnessing incredible cyclists putting their hearts, souls and legs into the best cycling event in the world. Tremendous. . . And this stage was no exception. At about 1km to go before the summit, the cyclists were hurting. You could see it on their faces as the crowd urged them forward. Drugs or no drugs, these athletes are tough nuts, no question about it. It was a good finish for Cadel. The leaders got away from him but he put in a really corageous effort and maintained his position. A podium finish was looking likely.

Spectaluar Pyrenees Hill Climb

The next big climbing stage was at Col d'Aubisque, a stage that Cadel won last year. We caught a bit of the stage just outside of a town called Arettes. We camped in a great location ready for the action the next day - which was Jen's Birthday. We set up our big blue sign and we did what I had wanted to do for the whole tour. . .we painted the road. I wrote Cadel and Simon's names on the road - they were our only two riders left. It proved to be a great location, plenty of merchandise and almost Cadel's water bottle. After the riders passed us, we headed into town to watch the end of the stage. Again, Cadel was on his own in the mountains. To his credit he fought incredibly hard and only lost 40 seconds. Rasmussen, Contador and Leipheimer were continuing their good form, climbing like it was a walk in the park. These performances, of course, gave rise to drug allegations, and the next day, Michael Rasmussen's race was over. It turned out that he had lied about his whereabouts when he was supposed to be drug tested. That was enough.

At the base of Aubisque

At this point in the race, there was only one more stage that would make a difference to the overall standings - the time trial. Cadel finished second in the last time trial and was well placed to challenge the yellow jersey. We managed to get to a café in Paris to watch the time trials and it was one of the most exciting stages for the entire tour. It had been years since the yellow jersey had been in contention right up until the end. It wasn't a question of who would ride faster in the time trial but rather would Cadel ride fast enough to win the yellow jersey. The gap between Contador and Cadel was 3mins?? The time trial was a nail biting, edge of your seat affair with Cadel having a great ride . . but not great enough to win. The final margin was 23 seconds which is absolutely nothing over 3500km. What a ride. It was the first time an Australian rider has ever finished on the podium of the world's most prestigious cycling event - we were there and we will never forget it. I can't wait for that pub trivia question . . . . Anyway, Adam and I thought it would only be appropriate to buy a couple of bottles of cheap French Champagne one of which we uncorked as Cadel crossed the finish line (we had already polished off the other one!). It was an amazing day. We offered a swig to some random Aussies who gladly obliged, share the joy I say. After the champagne, we wandered around Paris looking for the after party. Jen "Eagle Eye" Evans spotted some paparazzi and we headed down the street to see what all the fuss was about. Alberto Contador, the young Spanish winner, was being interviewed and there was no-one else around except for the cameras and us. What a great way to finish our Tour de France dans Timmy the Talbot Van.

The final stages

After the excitement of the big finish we headed to Dunkirk which spelled the end of our France epic. Adam and I had itchy feet as soon as we arrived in London and we headed off for Van Tour four days later. . .