Tour de France Notre Equipe 2009...

[beanzontoast]

Wake up everyone! Removez-vous the sleep from votre eyes. The sun it is shining. The next stage ici!

I have visited every farmhouse in the locality and you have 3 minutes until 198 boiled eggs are ready. Today, as part of the team bonding exercise, each rider has to cut the wholemeal toast soldiers into a specially appropriate shape for another rider to use for dunking. Who would like to go first?

 

[threebikesmcginty]

198 eggs!!!

 

[redjedi]

err...sorry everyone, there will be a slight delay getting your bikes to you this morning.

I thought it would be a good idea to store our bikes with all the others, safety in numbers and all that.

But my cunning plan of hanging a blue/red/yellow carrier bag from each of our bikes seems to have backfired.

But don't fret. You did all put the gps tracking beacons, which I gave out last week, in the frames didn't you?

 

[Speicher]

There were two of these guys, turned up when you were all asleep. I settled up with them, paid expenses etc - the 'PI are squared'. They promised to give a warning if we were going to be raidiied.

Has anyone seen Radius this morning?

 

[Fnaar]

He went off on a tangent.

 

[Speicher]

I will have a look round for him then.

 

[Fnaar]

He'll be hanging around the square on the hypoteneuse

 

[Speicher]

He needs to get back to check the geometry on his bike.

Getting warm here, it is now 28 degrees.

 

[Fnaar]

you've got just the right angle on that, speicher

 

[Landslide]

*Yawn*

A late start for the caravan today. Got into the rest day habit a little too effectively...

Right! Onwards from Limoges! We leave behind an area famed for its porcelain, and by way of tenuous connections to "me old china", the caravan will also be leaving behind a selection of...

If we can get hold of any, we might also distribute some of those NHS teenage sex advice leaflets. What's the French equivalent of the Daily Wail?

 

[Speicher]

Radius has returned. He says he was playing with water pistols, and practising his trigger nomentry.

 

[threebikesmcginty]

Groan!!

The only maths I know is 3.1415926535897932384626433832795 = PIE!!

 

[Landslide]

The favourite food of King Arthur's largest knight...

Sir Cumference!

 

[Aperitif]

It's a sine of the times that everyone is larking about playing word games (homey - that's punkypossums branch of entertainments, along with Chase the Ace and Find the Lady (which Radius and Bradley Wigsie were trying to do last night) )
We were lucky, as yesterday was arrest day, and half the team nearly succumbed - the others made do with lollies.
Now get back to work everyone - we need a spokesperson to polish all those nipples, to cave 'n dish those wheels and get eveything in tip-top condition for the hours ahead. Has anyone seen the Tour mallet?

 

[Speicher]

You could ask the Champ, Elly says it's somewhere in Paris.