It's the hardest thing I've ever done. Next morning, ahead of the peloton, we climb Col d'Aubisque in drizzle and fog. It's 45 degrees at the top. We huddle in the mist and cheer Lance and the boys as they swoosh by. The peloton climbed three mountains that day.
American tourists sit in laps on the couch, chairs and floor.
Lance motors up Hautacam. The locals realize who we are. They smile and boo. We realize who they are. TV shows their hero.