The Adventures of Campy Girlymann Continue

Someone tapped Campy on the shoulder, "I'd like a kiss."

Campy turned and smiled, "Bernard, you always want a kiss."

"Ricky and I saw you when you went past our place on the slope. You were fantastic."

"Well, I was running late. "

Bernard had a mischievous grin, "And the Belgian rider that was on your tail?"

"I picked him up along the way," Campy tussled Bernard's hair.  "He needed to get to the finish in a hurry."

Campy looked around and it seemed the crowd had settled down. A few people came up and said hello, wanting to buy Campy a drink or talk about the race as Campy finished his late lunch.  Then he asked Pierre if he could finish his wine at a table outside. The owner smiled, knowing that with Campy there would always be a crowd around and sat up a few more tables in front. Campy took the one closest to his bike, stretched out with his feet resting on an opposite chair and enjoyed the bottle of wine while people watching. The sun warmed him on the outside and the wine warmed him on the inside. Campy's eyes fluttered, and then  closed as he fell asleep.

When he woke, the sun had just left the little courtyard with the tables, and Girlymann realized he would have to find a place to sleep for the night or ride back in the dark. He stretched and turned to grab his bike when he noticed it wasn't there.

To be continued.....