Onto millions of French TV screens flashed the martial visage of Napoleon, resplendent in his braided uniform and two-cornered hat. Then the camera descended to bare thighs and legs furiously pumping a bicycle. Eh bien! Nappy was in a closely contested race, panting beside Marshals Ney, Murat and Massena. The Duke of Wellington was gaining fast amid cries that "The Englishman is right on our rear ends!" Worse, Nappy's teammates refused to help when his front tire went pffft. "If I win at. Waterloo, I'll give you a big share of the prize money," whined the Emperor. Mais non! Who should...
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