I must confess to doing a bit of hanging-on on Sunday.
I had cycled to Paris to see the end of the TDF, after the race and all the following team processions, I hacked thru the crowds, pushing the bike, up to the Arc de Triomphe. Saddled up to go around and down the Avenue Grand Armee or whatever it is called when four tour riders come around. Selfishly, I made haste and jumped in with them since they appeared to be going in my direction anyhow, two Rabobank riders, from their bike numbers one of them was Sanchez and I think the other was either Niermann or Mollema, as well as Andy Schlek (no 11) and one of his team mates whos number I didn't see. Andy got mobbed by a woman who spotted him and ran out across the street nearly knocking him off with me less than a foot off his back wheel, that could have been interesting. Fortunately he swerved to a stop and the rest rode on.
Obviously they weren't gunning it, riding a couple a-breast and weaving their way thru the traffic waving to folk as they went. A photo would have been great, but they weren't stopping, even for the lights, and my camera was in my rucksack, a friendly wave and smile of acknowlegement from them was enough to make an end to a great day, even tho it only lasted a couple of 'blocks' before they peeled off.
Chris