What does confisquez mean?
Roberto and our driver had a bit of a rough day dealing with the Tour officials and we were left with a perplexing problem… short of commandeering bicycles and riding to the next stage, we had no transportation. This is how I came to almost miss stage 18 of Le Tour.
Not to in anyway discount Roberto’s theory, but someone (not me of course) might find it possible that racing past about 700 cars including a few police cars, while illegally in the left lane and screaming about the lack of an escort for the press, could possibly, in some small way have contributed. But again, I am naïve in the ways of the Tour and it’s political ins and outs.
Not to fear, Beth and I could surely procure a car after all we were in the bustling metropolis of Saint-Etienne.
The day before Roberto told us that everyone suffers during the tour. Obviously the riders do, and the workers who daily build a village to make the race possible, and not even we, the mooches, are spared it seems. So yesterday Beth and I suffered through Saint-Etienne. We were in our own race. A race to find a rental car in a town where we were told NONE were available and we had between the hours of 1:30 and 5pm to get this done. Miraculously, we completed this task… it was something right out of The Amazing Race and in the end I literally sprinted to the finish the very same moment that Burghardt crossed the line.
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