I’ve found myself in a strange position for the 2022 Tour De France. For the first time since moving to Australia from the UK in 2010, I’m in a workplace where, as far as I know, I’m the only one who is glued to SBS Cycling Central for three weeks straight, into the small hours, watching Le Tour. In pro cycling terms, it’s like being at the start of a very long climb and realising I have no teammates, no snacks, no team car – hell, I might as well not even have a bike.
‘Isn’t it just staring at men in lycra for hours on end?’ one colleague asked in a way that knocked the wind out of me and saw me waiting forlorn at my desk for the sag wagon.
