You're listening to Arrivae by the cycling podcast. Good evening, Lionel.

Good evening, Daniel.

Or afternoon.

It's still quite early.

It's very early.

Barely, you've barely had you.

What do you have?

Your tea cakes for lunch?

I don't know.

You're, your maltloaf.

Afternoon tea.

Lina, not a dry eye in the house.

A dry edition of Pariubé, which is my favorite flavor.

Because I'm a contrarian. But not a dry eye in the house. Very emotional Pari Roubaix, which is my favourite flavour, because I'm a contrarian, but not a dry

eye in the house. Very emotional Parirubay and a what a pulsating pariubay as well. It's always

pulsating. But as it often is, I find particularly when it is dry and fast, it seems to sort of

whip up. It seems to crank up the excitement levels and sort of spread them out over the

course of the day, maybe to a greater extent than the wet additions, than the, you know, the fated

wet additions. Yeah, there's a sense that you don't get any time to take your eyes off the

screen, really. I think I was messaging our friend and colleague Ed Pickering and at one point I realized

that I was hungry. I hadn't eaten since the start. No malt loaf. No malt loaf. No. And I'd needed a

wee since Orshi and we were well we were heading towards the Carre for Delabre at that point.

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