Before Page was born, Alex and I would listen to the Tour de France every morning on our laptop. We used to joke that Page would think Phil Liggett was her daddy because she would have been hearing his voice so often from the womb.
When Page was newly born, we bought her a book about cycling and had it signed by the author. We told the author of the book our story so he wrote a message confirming that Phil Liggett was not Page’s father.
That was until Friday night where you can see that Mr Liggett was clearly quite enamoured with my wife. Well, either enamoured, or very, very drunk…
Enamoured – yes. He would also have been impressed with two of Los Gatos’s finest riders.