Saturday, July 02, 2005

Pascal D'huez, that wily Janus flip-side of Dacnar, is at it again. He's following the Tour de France, the D'huez way. What does this mean? Well, you get all the scoop from the Tour de France, never before inside-the-brain reports of cyclists as they eat giant sausages in random roadside cafes, dreaming of victory... no, it's still something more subtle than that. The romance of the Tour, like the lovechild between Jean Rochefort and Howard Cosell. If that's getting you itchy, and you like men going fast on two wheels and skin-tight shorts, check this out.