That's how Bob Roll, ex-pro racer and color commentator for the Tour de France, says it. And he makes France rhyme with "pants." It's one of those predictable little touchstones that punctuate July mornings, as we cycling geeks settle in front of our TVs with our coffees and racing dreams to listen to Phil Liggett and Paul Sherwin, and, of course, good old Bob Roll as they usher us slowly (by car speed standards) across the European countryside. The ugly specter of doping aside, Tour de France mornings are for me some of the most delicious moments of the summer.