Over the next three weeks the Tour de France is taking place. Its an annual bike race like the Giro D’Italia or the Vuelta d’Espania and on a slightly smaller scale the Tour of Britain.
These bike races challenge cyclists of the world to race their way round mountains and plains, to fight their way through crowds and over gruelling roads. In heavy rain, even snow, or sweltering heat.
So many well known names in the cycling world have held the Malliot Jeun (yellow Jersey) such as Eddie Mercxx, Geraint Thomas and Chris Froome for example. I hope I’ve spelled their names properly. It’s certainly a spectacular sports event. There is a lot of expensive equipment and amazing feats of endurance (plus some drug scandals). I’m looking forward to the final day on the Champs Elyssais In Paris (pardon my spelling).
This time if year my hubby is glued to the TV for the tour. He watches it every year. For the last few years British riders have won but there is nothing to say it will happen this year. Chris Froome is out with a broken thigh and Geraint Thomas had a fall just before it started but he’s in the race.
The tour travels around France but often starts in different countries. They travel for three weeks. Climbing mountains and doing sprints, time trials and trying to win various jerseys. There is a polkadot Jersey for the best mountain rider, a green jersey for the fastest sprinter and the yellow Jersey is for the best overall rider and ultimately the winner. Who ever it is, as long as he is in the lead when the tour reaches Paris he is the winner. It is exciting to watch.