There are two ways to do it the day after le Tour; sip over priced coffee at Montmarte and arrive in plenty of time for your flight at Beauvais Airport - or punish the hire car north to West Flanders and find a barrier to hang over.
Oudenaarde, West Flanders; 11:30 am on a Sunday morning and runner turned cyclist, Dan Patten is munching his plate of pasta; pre-race carbs are part of the ritual in Flanders... We head back to the Heartland for one final trip to the home of the kermis for 2010.
The sun was warm on our skin as we sat down outside the cafe on the start line at Eernegem, the coffees had just arrived and we had all the time in the world to look at bikes and talk to riders. But there was something wrong - English voices and a guy with a 'Billy Bunter' style cap; 'what the heck is he doing here?' I asked myself.