Today's start of the Tour of California was next to my office building.
Didn't even intend it. It was pure lucky timing. Went outside around lunch to get soaked in the rain (got on my goretex mt hardware technical shell I got from the flagship SeaWa REI store back in 99) and see what the road closures were all about. Crossing the street at Almaden and Park, I hear the word "lance", look back and see him riding by on the way to the start.
Walked over to the start, and there he was, getting his game face on, moving through the crowd of riders to the pole.
After the gun, they went around the block, and I hustled over with the crowd to the other side to get one more glimpse before they all took off to the hills, through the heavy downpour, a hundred miles later winding up in Modesto.