Sun Star Cebu. In those halcyon days, the day the Tour would pass in our hometown in Pangasinan, I’d take a bath early and next race to the plaza to await the cyclists whiz by on their way to Dagupan City from Tarlac or Malolos, Bulacan, maybe.
They were but a blur, yes, but the thrill of watching them was unmatched, as if their passing was magic without explanation.
Ah, to be a kid... Read more
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