Breakfast in the pre-dawn gloom. What could possibly be going through their minds?
lights on for breakfast
A new camera has been unearthed! Click on photos to enlarge to fully appreciate the facial expressions, the facial hair, the tan-lines and the muscle definition.
“The men waved their hats, the ladies their umbrellas. One felt they would have liked to touch the steel muscles of the most courageous champions since antiquity. " - L’Auto on the start of the first Tour de France
You're argument is irrelevant, I have a camera on my head.
Bonjour Monsieur, ça va?
You put your right foot in, you put your right foot out, you put your right foot in and you shake it all about....
spic and span
Town meeting place
Ducati in trouble:
Scott: "Listen up lads. A triple crankset, triple water bottles. Minimum."
Much like the Yalta conference: a triptych of power dressing. Lots of stuff going on here. Scott reads the code message in the Age's crossword. and gives the signal. James looks aghast: not a first strike! Mark has handpresso primed and reaches for the launch codes.
No! Scott quickly gives the abort sign. James relays, stand down! Mark clenches thighs and foils rocket launch. Lulu laps the caffeine overflow.
We now have a situation. The thermos is hot. Mark reads the disarm instructions.
Leah: The whole of western Europe??
James: Do you need some tools?
Who looks the most like Eddy Merckx?
Applying the betadine:
Mark: that's pretty funny, James.
Miranda: the foot of authority
$65 tyre. Flat the next day.
The third eyebrow is growing on Leah. (Actually growing on Mark)
Can we swap you for this one?
Clean coal. Dirty methane.
Another meeting. "Everyone keep eating."
Mark: You just hit it really hard...
Powelly Pub: self catered coffee.
Rolling durries. Just kidding: unwrapping a lolly and opening espresso pod.
Free challenge. Take one.