Cycling Is A Sport Of The Open

I'm Not Willing To Put A Percentage On The Chances But I Will No Longer Rule It Out.

I Rode, And I Rode, And I Rode. I Rode Like I Had Never Ridden, Punishing My Body Up And Down Every Hill I Could Find. I Rode When No One Else Would Ride.

We Sped On, Across The Plains, Toward Metz. I Hung Back, Saving Myself. It Is Called The Race Of Truth. The Early Stages Separate The Strong Riders From The Weak. Now The Weak Would Be Eliminated Altogether.

The Answer Is Hard Work. What Are You Doing On Christmas Eve? Are You Riding Your Bike? January 1st - Are You Riding Your Bike?

I've Given Gifts In The Tour De France And It's Come Back To Bit Me. So No Gifts.