The day started quite bizarrely, Nico arriving at my house fully dressed in civvies under blue skies.  by the time i had nipped into the house to fill a bidon, he had transformed into a quientessential french cyclist: patisserie bag bulging.  there was as short debate about clothes to wear or not wear, both deciding better to be warm than cold; fitted nico's pedals onto "old faithful" and off we went down to bellevue.

Finally, on nico's first outing, we all managed to have a similar wardr...