Obviously, most of our cycling was done in rural, if not
completely uninhabited, areas, but the Tour route took us through
a few metropolises (metropoli?), often in the form of a
convoy. These were great opportunities for us to fill our
lungs up with much-needed soot and lead, and while bicycling to
feel the kind of terror that you'd experience if you were, say,
two inches tall and living in a blender.