RACING THE TOUR
Chris Marshall-Bell tracked him down to do a turn on the front
Standing under bunting featuring yellow, green and polka-dot jerseys, and with a large sign a few metres ahead of me celebrating the arrival of the Tour de France in Saint-Gaudens in just four days, I am getting impatient. Not for the Tour’s arrival, but for Lachlan Morton. I’ve been trying to catch him the previous three days, but he is so fast, so intent on making it to Paris ahead of the actual Tour, I keep missing him.
Looking at my watch, I tell myself yet again that, yes, this definitely is the roundabout I’d been told he’d pass. He then appears, wheels screaming, tightening his sandals (more on this to come) and then bombing down a hill. I hurry after him, coming to an abrupt stop within seconds when he hits the brakes, correcting a wrong turn.
