Rain, what rain???

You couldn't see the rain for the rain last night.  Voigts turned up and sat in hope that no one else would appear and he could ride the fantasy ride he has been dreaming about but alas other cars started pulling up, mostly to go to Burger King it transpired.  Pooley appeared on a bike and Louise from the later bunch.  This had potential to develop into a whole different other kind of fantasy.....

Pooley was straight in there admiring Louise's daisy dukes.  Opting for the shorter short Lou was working on the premise that skin is the most waterproof breathable membrane on the planet, thus why cover it with lycra. Not quite how Menchov approaches his abuse of shorter shorts and passion for the budgie smugglers! But who am I to disagree with their reasoning both of them have their merits!

So the fantasy was there to behold, a night on the front and no attacks that I couldn't handle!  It was wet, so we cut the ferry out and climbed over the back towards Houston with a drag race along the George, there was always only going to be one winner as both Pooley and I sat in and watched the legs.

A brief sighting of Schleck was reported on the George, riders sucking his wheel couldn't be identified but no doubt they will declare themselves in due course.

Voeckler and Hushovd stayed indoors playing on their turbos/spin bikes.  Their loss!