Cadel Evans has won the Tour the France. Did we watch the Tour every night? Yes we did. (Ok, I watched it not every night, and only till 11pm at best, when I would do the classical nod forward.) Were we sitting on tenderhooks? Yes we were. Did we get really excited every time Cadel looked like he had a good chance? Yes we did. Did my husband sit up at night at the farm, scanning Tour updates with his phone and then gave me updates when he finally crawled into bed? Yes he did.
So, when they announced that Cadel will do a celebratory ride to Federation Square, I announced that I am attending. (I have a really serious aversion to crowds). The crowd on either side of the designated track was already lined three people deep when I got there. By the time Cadel rode by, it was about eight deep.
But I did see Cadel ride by. I saw his yellow jersey, I saw his bike, and I saw his genuine smile. The crowds were huge, but it was worth it.
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