Seamus shook his head and asked "Whoi t'e hell do they do that?"
"Do what?" asked Mick.
"Go on them boikes for moiles and moiles, up and down t'e hills, round t'e bends. Day after day, week after week. No matter if it's oicy, rainin? snowin? hailin? Why would they torture themselves like that?"
"Tis all for the prestige and the money" replied Mick "You know the winner gets about a half a million Euros?"
"Yeah, I understand that" said Seamus
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