Finish in Foix!

Yesterday I narrowly evaded the French policemen posted at the stage finish in Foix, thus managing to cross the finish line that is normally reserved for pro riders only. My father and his friend Dan did not get past, and were consequently forced to get off the course only about 100 meters from the finish line. Tough luck. Hopefully they don't have any "wanted dead or alive" photos of me racing down the home stretch, to the wild cheers of the spectators gathered to witness the real riders arrive an hour or two later. I felt like Lance Armstrong. Or, well, not quite, but I think I got a taste of the rush that he or Mark Cavendish must feel when they sprint to the finish. I am trying to upload some of my GPS files from the rides we have done, as well as some of the interviews that I have with the pro riders, so as soon as I figure it all out I will provide links.