This column was published on Tuesday June 5, 1990, on the A5 page. We republish it without altering the words that the author used at the time.
Worse, did you go around the island? Not me. I rolled in my corner. But I came back early enough to watch you pedal on television.
You were beautiful. If I assure you. Even in the rain.
A unique event This Tour of the island, at least of a unique urbanity: 38,000 people on the street, whether we like it or not, it is a political event, especially when you remember that the politician, in all of his sense, is the art of living together …
A real big party of participation this tower of the island. What will never be any popular marathon, because it is too physically demanding, because it is sweet mongolery to run on foot 42 kilometers when you are more or less fit, while it is quite reasonable to quietly pedal 60 kilometers for almost anyone.
And precisely. Could I make you a little blame? Oh very small, very small. Here: I was wrong or I heard very hard your suspenders very hard? On TV yesterday (and on the radio today) seems to me that I have heard you about your island’s turn like an extraordinary feat, I heard you say a hundred times, a thousand times: “Hourra, I did it!” »Exactly like the marathon’s early …
One of two things. Or you are in the terminal phase of lung cancer and you have indeed accomplished a feat by completing the tour of the island, which I am not congratulating you, you would have done better to stay at home.
Or you excite the hair hair for the wrong reason. The turn of the island is nothing to boast. That’s it to celebrate.
The turn of the island is a day of kindness when the man and his fiancée do not try to win a medal in the mud.
It is a day of grace when the competition is reduced to the double zero of the two wheels of a bike in a ride …
