Sunday, July 4, 2010

Stage 1: Rotterdam to Brussels

What a lot of fuster cluck in this race at the end of today's stage. But you gotta love Alessandro Petacchi running like a greyhound to the line, although I was so hoping Tyler Farrar would be flying the Stars and Stripes from the top of the podium. No Cav, neither. Such an unpredictable race, and clearly the peloton is super-twitchy with the big rivalries and lots of new blood firing up the nerves.

Anyway, welcome to Brussels, where you can eat like a king--moules-frites, which is mussels and french fries rolled together in newpaper so you can walk around with it. Fries with mayonnaise, to help your arteries. Belgian waffles are also walking around food. And, of course, there is the beer. And if you are the King of Belgium, you also get to hang out with cycling legend Eddy Merckx. It's good to be the king.

Tomorrow some cobbles and hopefully not so much craziness.

Vive le Tour!

A demain!

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