Two Irishmen were sitting in a pub when the Tour de France came on the main TV channel. Mick and Seamus watched the cyclists for a while then Seamus asked, "Why do they do that?" "Do what?" said Mick "Go on them bikes for miles and miles, up and down the hills, round the bends. Day after day, week after week. No matter if it's icy, raining, snowing, hailing . . . why would they torture themselves like that?" "It's all for the money," says the Mick. "The winner gets half a million Euros (Dollars)." "I see." says Seamus, "But why do the others do it?"