Earlier in the tour I was cycling up a long climb and suddenly felt the sweat and warm breath of someone drafting me all the way up. On top of the climb the fellow rider  – one of the fastest in the tour, if not the fastest, and whom I usually see only 3 times a day

  1.  at breakfast
  2.  briefly on the road when passing me and speeding away
  3.  at dinner

closed up, stayed next to me and said:

“You have got sexy legs, I wanted to pass you for a long time, but my eyes became so addicted to your legs, that my nerve system failed to instruct my legs to go faster”