04/09/2020
Halfdropped: Things to spot in the 2020 Tour de France
A just-about-identifiable giant bicycle drawn in a field by a local farmer using manure.
A doctor doing minor surgery out of a car window.
A tiny man from a Spanish-speaking country with sad eyes and huge eyebrows sprinting most of the way up an Alp, before collapsing and being caught by the peloton 20 m from the line.
A huge man from the Low Countries who appears to be half-ox burying himself in a 200 km lone breakaway, before collapsing and being caught by the peloton 20 m from the line.
A commentator filling during a flat stage with the aid of various chateaux, bridges, observatories, wines and cheeses.
A rider struggling, despite fans painting his name 200 times on the road.
A Frenchman not winning the stage on Bastille Day*.
Ineos doing something intelligent but really boring.
Movistar doing something stupid but really entertaining.
A narrowly-beaten sprinter storming in a huff past 500 foam-covered microphones onto his team bus.
A narrowly-beaten sprinter discovering that attempting to land a punch at 70 kmph does not qualify him for the most aggressive rider award.
A rather-too-lingering close-up of some ripped lycra, revealing a shredded buttock.
A cycling fan attempting to explain to a non-cycling fan why it's a team event but an individual wins.
A non-cycling fan asking a cycling fan why they don't just all go flat out from the start. You know, at 45 kmph all day up most of the Pyrenees into a headwind.
A not-especially-revealing interview between two men in face masks, one speaking his third best language, the other his fifth.
A stage winner thanking his team as if he's a disinterested-yet-professional middle-manager.
A stage winner in the team hotel pretending to enjoy a tiny sip of champagne before being forced to have an ice bath and eat 10 kg of boiled rice.
An ITV4 viewer eventually thinking it might be worth £2 to try and win a £3000 Boardman bike and a £5000 Le Col jersey.
A thing that should not be normal, but is. Like a bunch of men who have been drinking for three days sporting mankinis, disco wigs and distress flares attempting to run alongside a furious cyclist while a disinterested policeman makes a very half-hearted attempt to stop them by blowing a whistle. Or a Devil who looks like Santa Claus and is still remarkably good at jumping up and down. Or a Frenchman not winning**.
*Definitely, definitely not this year.
** Halfdropped really wants Alaphilippe to win.