A Flahute thinks the Tour de France is just a bunch of long training rides. A real race is one where it's pouring rain, it's cold, the roads are treacherous, and the prize list is about the same as your 8-year-old neighbor's allowance. When you’re a Flahute, that's racing.
To put it another way, if your cycling spirit dampens at the sight of rain, you sure as shoot ain't a Flahute.
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