Mrs wrx is now hooked.
She watches the nightly coverage, now recognises some of the riders ("Vino-somebody : isn't he the one with the broken coccyx ?"), is even starting to understand team tactics.
She does however keep asking me disconcerting questions like "Who does their washing at the hotels ?"
But most importantly, she's talking about how we'll have to hire a campervan to go to the Alps next year !
What happened is that we wnet down to London, saw the prologue and the start because I'd won village tickets on Sunday morning, so we got to rub shoulders with Cancellara, Hushovd, Wiggins, Moreau, etc and she's now relating to the riders on telly as being 'real people'.