bonne idee, on ne voit jamais des photos d'apres le depart
Well, at least it's colorful!
that would be my bike if i was racing... the last person to make it there lol
The first triathlon I witnessed, in Louisiana not far from New Orleans, I saw a man strip naked out of his wet swim suit, draw on his bike shorts, pull on his bike shoes, and run along side his bike for a little ways before jumping aboard and pedaling off. Stripped naked right in front of me. I grinned, I have to tell you. I had been a widow for exactly one year, Jim, so the next and, actually the last, completely naked man I ever saw was a complete stranger.
Nice they can leave their belongings there without worrying. That must be quite a sight to see them tearing in and out of there!
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