The Tour is life.

From the northern cobblestones to the Alps, the Pyrénées to the Champs Élysées.

Every dog has its day.

The highs and lows, the mountains and the valleys, on and on they race.

Punctures, flares, agony and ecstasy.

The devil and the deep blue sky.

Every year they try, the raging peloton, slogging it out again and again.

Friends and foes, solo escapes, chasing teams, searing heat.

Here today, gone in a flash.

The Tour won’t last forever, will it?

Enjoy it while you can.