I find reading that hard work. Bless him.

when three paragraphs IN A ROW begin with similes straining after literary effect, it’s time to sit the boy down with a nice latte and a tattered copy of Strunk and White.

(Or, perhaps, a sheaf of old Dan Jenkins or Bud Shrake articles).

Which is no excuse. Assuming they have the ability, and maybe that is too much to assume, they might not dare to edit Barry’s article.

I guess I’m in the minority, but I found that absolutely lovely. What’s great about it to me is that he captures the spirit that only a kind of minor/secondary race like Plouay can have. Winning isn’t going to make you a living legend, and hence the race becomes less about the victory than the day itself – its duration, which a bike race is alone among sports at being able to do.