Spent the day riding my bike. My ass hurts. My old knees ache...bad; shoulders, back, whatever, it hurts. I'm beat - all the juice wrung out of me. Gawd, it feels GREAT! It feels great to be 63 and still able to ride reasonably long and hard. I just have to adjust my expectations and goals a little. I still ride about the same length of time; it's only the distance covered that has changed.
I see Cadel Evans, my TdF pick, is now firmly in yellow, leading by one second. I haven't had a chance to check on Wim. The pro that he is, I assume he's doing alright in this, his swan-song Tour.