The Tour de France is a spectacle. It’s a race arguably just as much about the watching as it is about the racing. Think to a recent, iconic photo of a Tour time triallist flashing past the dinner party in north west France, complete with gingham tablecloth, baguettes and brie. For those of us without access to front-line spectator spots, we have to find other ways to elevate the excitement of the Tour.
For me, that has historically been “potlucks” with friends whilst living out in New Zealand, locking our phones before recapping the race to keep the suspense alive. The living rooms we rotated through to watch each stage were alive with race commentary and our cumulative “hot takes”. And, it turns out, we weren’t alone.
