One of the unexpected perks of being temporarily (I hope) unemployed is that I get to experience Le Tour de France in all its time-delayed glory. I have fallen hard for the French countryside, the colorful kits of the teams, and maybe Tyler Ferrar.
At three weeks of racing, the Tour lasts just about as long as my attention span for things I’m interested in on the fringe (see: Johnny Weir, Jamie Oliver’s Food Revolution, and selling everything and moving to a sheep farm).