One nice thing about having to work this weekend is that I had the perfect perch from which to see the end of the Tour de France.
Before the cyclists show up, there is a long, loud parade of sponsors. A really long, loud parade.
It was a lot of waiting and anticipation, but pretty remarkable when the cyclists showed up.
Seeing them all pedaling together in a pack was like watching some strange, beautiful Mad Max-esque creature.
It gave me a lump in my throat, the same way watching the New York City Marathon does.
They did eight laps, up and down the Champs-Elysée, followed by a boatload of cars, toting the teams' bikes and equipment.