Tonight Cadel Evans will arrive in Paris wearing the yellow jersey (I was going to say 'enter Paris' there, but figured that particular videotape had already been done). I'm so excited for him. He has been the Little Red Engine of this year's Tour de France ("I think I can, I think I can"), the unrelenting tortoise to Andy Schleck's flighty hare. I'll be there (well, here) to watch him step up on that podium. I'm sure he'll shed a tear. If there's footage of his proud mum and dad shedding tears, I'll definitely shed a tear.
And the Tour de France is over for another long year. No more will the dulcet tones of Phil Liggett
Like getting my own bike out of the mothballs in the garage and taking it for a spin.