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They'll Never Catch You Now

A New Novel by the Author of The Yellow Jersey

Ralph Hurne
Format: 5½ x 8½ paperback
Description: 200 pages
ISBN: 1-892495-56-2
Price: US$14.95

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Finally, a new book by the author of the surprise bestselling novel The Yellow Jersey.

Veteran professional bicycle racer Terry Davenport rides the Tour de France one more time, and takes the Yellow Jersey on the first day. See what happens next...

The Tour de France as an allegory for "real" life

About the book

A novel about all the things that really matter in life—set against the backdrop of the Tour de France and the world of professional bicycle racing, when veteran bicycle racer Terry Davenport carries out his plan for his last appearance in the Tour…

About the author

Born and raised in England, Ralph Hurne now lives in Albany, Western Australia, where he pursues his hobbies of cycling, sailing, and collecting historic firearms.

In earlier stages of his life, he's lived in almost every corner of the Commonwealth and beyond, employed in all stages of the literary environment, from librarian to copy writer and from editor to feature writer. Most of his writings these days appear in specialist periodicals in various fields.

Table of Contents

1. No Sad Songs
2. My Indecision is Final
3. Life in the Old Dogs
4. Don’t Cry for Me
5. Funny Old World
6. Middlemen
7. Shame About the Limp
8. Of All the Gin Joints in All the Towns… 
9. Catch a Falling Star
10. La Vie en Rose
11. Best Laid Plans
12. Vélos Mickey Mouse, Moscow
13. The Way We Were
14. Rosehip Tea
15. They’ll Never Take Me Alive
16. Pennies From Heaven
17. May the Gods Preserve
18. I Shall Return
19. The Hammer Comes Down
20. Today a Rooster, Tomorrow a Feather Duster
21. You Dropped the Tour



From the contents

Nearby was a big supermarket with a sign in one of the windows for someone to collect trolleys from the car park. I thought a week of that would be better than sitting around.

I was ushered into the office of the staff manager, a reed of a woman with the essentials seemingly misplaced a bit North-north-east.

“Well, now,” she began when I was seated. “you say you’ve been a professional cyclist.”

I looked at the Frankenstein footwear visible under the desk.

“And you got paid for this?’

“Sure,” I told her, wondering what this had to do with retrieving trolleys. “Advertisers put a lot of money into it.”

“So you—what?—rode a bike advertising something?”

The climbs around San Remo suddenly looked quite smooth…