Every July, I look forward to watching the TV coverage of the Tour de France. As I watch the riders snake their way through the French countryside, climb through the Alps and the Pyrenees, and even crash at unimaginable speeds, I vow one day to watch the Tour in person. I am in awe of the athletes who can get on their bikes day after day to ride at a level only attainable by the best in the world.
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