Steff'n!

Agh! Thanks to Figgy for bringing this photo to my attention, I thought it was so extraordinary that I'd like to share it with everyone - I know that not everyone reads the comments ("Huh? They're the best part!") or follows all the links.

Stage 5, Tour of California, Steff'n D'neff'l and Oscar Freire broke away from the peloton and were having a lovely time until Steff'n got a flat tyre, and then this happened:

Squark!

(That's me having a worried moment. I mean, Steff'n has a nick-name, he's one of "my" boys...)

But luckily, next minute, with a sound effect something like "doinnnnnnnnng"


There he is, more or less upright again.

With a big 'ole in his knickers.

Yes, Figgy,  it is true, they don't wear underpants under their bib shorts.  Did you not know that? Really? There are many, many pics of bottoms hanging out... in fact I think I had one in the previous entry, after the bit about kangaroos, there was Baden Cooke of SaxoBlank with his botty hanging out, having hit the tarmac at speed. 

That's one of the things that makes this sport so extraordinary, that these guys hurl themselves down mountains, round corners, through towns, etc, while wearing a plastic helmet and pretty much nothing else. They don't call them "skinsuits" for nothing, you know!

No time for more!