TDF Tents?

By 'eck, ooh, la la. It's here, the TDF. There are no stadiums to fall down, no-one's going to bite their opponent and rain won't stop them. In just a few hours they will be off and allezing!

http://www.letour.com/le-tour/2014/us/overall-route.html


The TDF, regardless of whether it starts in York, famous for not being in France, or Martinique (actually in France), will not be a tour in the English sense of the word. Overlooking the extremely untouring-like tour bikes of the TDF - no braze-ons for back-racks, for example and no compass bells - there is not enough in the way of the facets of proper touring going on - those facets that we proper tourers prefer to the joys of sandy beaches near the equator, the spiced air of the sub-tropics, the all-you-can-eat buffets of the fully inclusive hotel deals somewhere nice abroad. No, you won't see fully laden bikes being manhandled on and off trains in the TDF; there'll be no stopping for a cup of tea, or popping into little shops to get a bun, and certainly no stopping to look at the map - again. You'll not see anyone stop to put on their waterproof rubberised canvas trousis from Halfords. You never hear Froome, Evans, Vockler, Qunitana telling the interviewer that some of the scenery was really nice, and, while brandishing some tasty pics on their iphones, that they stopped at a great cafe 'just over this bit'. 
Of course, the real issue is that they are not carrying any tentage - or any panniers - not even a wee saddle bag. The contestants will not being participating in what many tourers find the most challenging stage of a day in the saddle - that of, after cycling all that darned way, having to erect a tent in light rain on a pitch of coagulated gravel then queueing for a shower having experienced a toilet in its end-of-day condition with nothing more than a single two-ply handy-andie. No fancy-dan physio administering the rider's scientifically calculated diet. Try to get a stove to stay upright on an awkward lie in a howling gale just to boil some gritty water of questionable provenance for some pallid tasteless pasta. And all this before trying to get a good night's sleep on a mat no thicker than a human hair.
But I guess those support cars could squeeze in a couple of tents.

team sky's likely accommodations



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