But I'm addicted to Tour de France coverage, for the second summer in a row. I've watched every moment so far, some of it twice.
Can't say what it is about it. I enjoy my own bike, sure. But suddenly, competitive cycling is something I can watch for three to six hours. It's addictive.
And when David Zabriskie fell today, I felt for the guy. I wanted him to hold onto the yellow for another day. Poor kid. That looked painful.
Oh well. Can't explain it.
Go back to your business.
My dad TAPES the coverage. To keep. He, in fact, ditched all of his normal Saturday obligations (including calling his daughter)to watch it this past weekend.
ReplyDeleteI'm not sure I understand the fascination .
Gert watches with me. Of course, that usually results in her hopping on her own bike and trying to ride as fast as possible. When a child lacks the fear reflex, it's a terrifying moment for dad.
ReplyDeleteI can't explain. I never used to care, and then last summer I got hooked. It should be boring, but it's not.