Allez les bleus! Ooops, no sorry, that's for football (what some call soccer, whatever). Saturday, July 5 saw the departure of the three-week long Tour de France starting in... Leeds, Yorkshire in the north east of England, don't ask.
Framing the story as "safe bicyclist still dies" rather than "drunk driver kills bicyclist" continues to highlight the necessity for bicyclists to prove that they do not deserve their injuries or death.
It all started so innocently -- a couple of rides down the sea front, commuting to and from work, perhaps a little time trial to see how you're doing... and oh -- it's happened -- you're no longer "a person who cycles" but "a cyclist."
On this particular day we were feeling strong, so on the way home we decided to take the hard way, back over Paris Mountain's 2,000 foot peak. We were maybe a third of the way up the north side when George Hincapie flashed past us.