Hell Yeah! Friday smiles...

OK, I'll conceed that the man is crying, but when you read the reason why, hopefully you'll smile.

Vietto had a serious shot of taking home the yellow jersey. As he descended a mountain, he was informed by a race marshal that his team’s captain, Antonin Magne, had crashed near the top of the hill. So he reverses course, back up the mountain, with his fixed-gear bicycle to aid Magne. He gives his front wheel to his captain, drags the remainder of his bicycle to the side of the road, sits on a stone wall, and weeps like a baby.

That sort of passion is a beautiful thing.

That's incredible. I absolutely love the tales that go with the TdF. No other sport has anything like it. I guess football and the like is all contained on a little field - what could possibly happen there?

Over 100km of mountain road you're going to get some better stories. Can anyone reccomend a good book that's full of this stuff?