First off before I get to the race I would like to thank Bissell for flying me out to France to take part of this unique race in front of thousands of spectators.
By far the biggest stage I have raced on so far, what an experience.
Let alone that this would be my first race not on American soil.
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Daylight is dwindling as I look to win my third straight race.
With the competition a little bit stiffer over here in Europe
I decide my best chance to win was going to be through the breakaway.
So without wasting anytime I attacked with the Eiffel Tower in the distance.
What a great afternoon for some racing. I'm joined by two other riders,
All eyes are on us as we make our way towards the Arc de Triomphe.
Under the tunnel. We are working well together and have a nice lead so far.
Onto the Champs-Élysées. Wow, never thought I would be riding here.
I could hardly focus on the race with all this history surrounding me.
The peloton has made a mess of the chase and we have 10 minutes lead
with 20kms to go! One of the three of us was going to win.
How you screw up a chase that bad is beyond me, but I'll take it.
The bell rings, 1 lap to go. I'm starting to plot out my final move.
Turns out I didn't have to, another rider goes for glory forcing me to chase.
I'm closing in, but I'm also running out of time.
I have lost the man behind me as I go into my full sprint so
it's mad dash to finish were I have to come from behind to take the win.
Going in for the pass, the crowd is going crazy!
I can't believe it, I really hope this isn't a dream.
I look around and take in the moment, the biggest of my career so far.
No doubt in my mind now that I was getting a contract offer for next season.
And it didn't take long as my phone was lighting up with messages
from a few teams asking about my status when I got back to my hotel.
One thing is for sure... Kyle is an idiot for giving out my number and not his.