The GC as a competition is virtually dead now....
But this race is something special.
I was at the start in Auch this morning, and it was such a wonderful, joyous spectacle.
Town centre jam packed at 9am, 4 hours before the start, a wonderful festive mood, everyone's poured in from miles around for the biggest event in the area for years.
The insane publicity caravan 2 hours before the start. I must be the only person in history not to get any freebies....feral kids and sharp elbowed parents (maybe ex-sprinters) hoovered up everything thrown in my direction.
Then a trip down to the paddock/bus park. Even Tadej has to sit on a bus in a massive traffic jam to get to the start.
Display said it was 37ºc (perfect for riding up massive mountains in the Pyrenees) so I got a beer from a little Portuguese cafe opposite the bus park and got a wave from Remco (who i used to think was arrogant) as his bus was stuck in the gridlock as I was drinking it.
Then the riders dice with death to get to the sign-on, cars driving through the middle of them, fans trying to grab them. You're literally inches away from some of the greatest athletes in the world.
A Slovenian lad in a stripy jersey clearly took my advice to "Go on lad!"
The stewards cross you from one side of the road to the other and you realise Tim Merlier and one of the Paret-Peintre brothers are waiting for you to hurry up.
Then the ceremonial roll out. No-one was even racing at this stage but the whole town is at fever pitch.
And then after they'd rolled out, I popped into a bar, everyone watching the race, and the old guys who inhabit every French bar are jumping up in excitement every time they see somewhere they know.
Because the Tour de France is in their area, at last.
And it will always be special.