Here is the starting line and some team cars.
We ran into Bob Roll, wearing cowboy clothes and prepping for a "color commentary".
The buses started arriving an hour or so before the race and parked in about a 3 block area. We waited outside the team buses hoping to get a glimpse of some of the riders. Here I am with Thor Hushovd, he won Stage 3, the previous day, that finished in Modesto. Watch for him in the Tour de France.
We don't know who this is riding for Garmin-Slipstream, maybe someone else can identify him.
At the last minute the Astana bus deviated from its' assigned parking space and pulled into an alley way. Go figure. Oh well, one of the security guys for Astana whispered in my ear where the bus was. The largest crowd, for obvious reasons, was around this bus. But really here in Merced we had front row seats. Here is V. Ekimov the famous Russian sprinter now team support personnel.
Check out the positioning here, it will be important in a later photo.
Here is Christopher Horner signing autographs, he was followed out by Levi and Lance.
After they left Merced, we raced to get ahead of them and waited for them at the top of the highest mountain climb of the day. We drew good luck signs on the road, played in the snow, ate lunch, and waited a little bit longer.
Then we jumped in the car and raced down Highway 41 trying to beat the cyclists to the finish and we made it, barely. We parked, and ran several blocks to the finish and were able to stand and catch our breath for about 5 minutes before they came sprinting down the street.
Mark Cavendish was the winner of the day. Here is Levi on the podium as the overall race leader.
Wow! This was so much fun. The drive was beautiful, the race was thrilling, and the company was excellent. For a long time, Matt and I have wanted to see the Tour de France. How lucky that they came to us.
I'm going to send Lance a note telling him this: I remember where I was when I first heard that he had been diagnosed with cancer. I was driving on M Street, just crossing the bridge at Bear Creek. Now he has crossed that bridge over a decade later. I think that is cool.