Tour-ku Tour de France riders, starting the prologue, alone save the ticking clock. Visions of heroes, of Bartali and Coppi, Anquetil and Merckx. Early flat stages, sprints, breakaways, escapes, crashes for little glory. Sweat drips, sun beats down bursting lungs, heart pumping, tanned legs pedal faster. Mountains loom higher, peloton climbs, eagles fly, many riders […]