It had become a running joke that the biggest impact Orica-GreenEdge would make on a Tour finish would be through their bus driver rather than any of their riders.
The Australian team entered their second Tour de France still looking for an elusive win and things started rather inauspiciously when their bus got GreenWedged underneath the finish gantry in Bastia.
To make matters worse, Matt Goss found himself on the front and shorn of his main opponents following a nasty succession of pile-ups - only to fall off his bike for no apparent reason on the final bend, allowing Marcel Kittel to sweep through to take a history victory.
In hindsight, perhaps it was a good thing that Gossy didn't win. You'd imagine the stick the new yellow jersey would have elicited from his peers had he, of all people, indirectly benefited from his bus driver's clearance calamity.
Anyway, two days on and GreenEdge finally went down in Tour history for the right reasons. And what a blinder they played.
Simon Clarke got himself into the day's main break and crossed the first three summits in pole position to move level with Pierre Rolland in the KOM standings
Rolland was having nothing of it. Not only was France's conqueror of Alpe d'Huez marking his first ever day as the race's official best climber by wearing a polka dot skinsuit with matching helmet, he was also riding a special spotted Colnago.
Given Europcar's financial concerns, it would have been a minor disaster had Rolland not been able to eke out a bit more mileage from his no-doubt expensively tailored garish get-up.
Covered in red blemishes almost as conspicuous as those that riddled Saddles' face as a teen, Rolland rode clear of the pack to end Clarke's chances and double his points tally atop the Col de Marsolino. Job done, he even flirted with the stage win and - wonder of wonders - the yellow jersey, once he had been joined by breakaway rent-an-engine Sylvain Chavanel.
But GreenEdge took control of things. Cameron Meyer - who could well turn out to be a kind of Robert Gesink figure for the Antipodes (in that he'll no doubt be an 'eternal hope' for quite some while thanks to the sheer levels of expectation placed on those narrow shoulders) - led the chase.
Darly Impey then took the baton with an expert launch, slingshotting Gerrans out of the final bend with South African gusto. Gerrans duly gave it some welly to come past a Peter Sagan clearly somewhat short of full fitness following his heavy fall on Saturday.
Sagan had been denied for the second successive stage. The Slovakian is becoming something of a Poulidorian figure this season, such is his tendency to finish second.
Last year, Sagan made us smile with his zany celebrations after each of his three stage wins. But you can't celebrate finishing second. Who knows what we've been missing out on.
Still, you can't take anything away from Gerrans. He broke GreenEdge's Tour duck - and switched the spotlight from their (stationary) bus to their (much faster) train. A train that didn't get stuck - and this time delivered the goods without having to go backwards.
AU REVOIR LA CORSE
The Tour is often described as a three-week leg-up for the host nation's tourism industry. No one can deny that the stunning helicopter images we associate with the race amount to a guerilla marketing campaign not even outdone by Cadbury's combination of Phil Collins, a pair of drum sticks and a primate with more rhythm than Thomas Voeckler's tongue.
But Saddles digresses. The point is that Corsica is bloody beautiful - and the three stages held on the Mediterranean island constantly reminded us of that fact. Next year, so many people will have booked cycling holidays to Corsica that it will be as if the race has never left.
Funnily enough, the race's first ever visit to Corsica did not have as big effect on the general classification as many had expected. After two hilly stages so early in the race you'd have envisioned a bit of daylight between some of the main contenders - but that it not the case.
Indeed, 71 riders are still poised on exactly the same time - just one second behind the surprise leader Jan Bakelandts. Such a feat is quite extraordinary - and wholly unexpected.
Also unexpected was the lack of withdrawals after all those pile-ups in the opening stage. Tony Martin looked like he'd been run over by the Orica-GreenEdge bus and bitten all over by that white dog for good measure. He fell unconscious twice en route to hospital. And yet he's back on his bike, completing stage three on Monday in the main pack.
This is the same Martin who is complaining about the downhill of the Col de Sarenne later in the race on the grounds of rider safety. Go figure.
The same Martin who, tomorrow, may help young Pole Michal Kwiatkowski swap his white jersey for a yellow by guiding Omega Pharma-Quick Step to a TTT win.
Tough nuts, these cyclists. It was not until the third stage of the race that we saw the first riders abandon - quite extraordinary seeing that a puppy almost pulverised the peloton on day two.
One of the two riders who retired from the Tour wasn't Sky's Geraint Thomas, who discovered on Sunday evening that he has a small fracture in his pelvis following his high-speed spill on Saturday. The same injury kept Andy Schleck out of the sport for the best part of the year (some might say the Luxembourgeois whippet is still not exactly back into the sport).
But Thomas continues to ride - and even came to the front of the peloton alongside his Sky team-mates 100km into Monday's stage and shouted "Yeah! Come on!".
Which brings us neatly on to our...
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "He's Welsh. He'll survive." Compassionate Sky leader Chris Froome has faith in Thomas making a full recovery.
STAGE 4: NICE, 25KM TEAM TIME TRIAL
Monday's relentlessly undulating ride was also dubbed the "stage of 1,000 curves" because of distinct lack of straights and succession of kinks, turns and hairpin bends. Tuesday's return to the mainland couldn't be more different: first up, it's a flat 25km team time trial, but more interestingly (or less so, depending on how you look at it) there are just 11 corners - four of which come in the first 2km.
The scenarios are numerous. GreenEdge could deliver Gerrans to yellow; OPQS have Kwiatkowski primed; David Millar may have a second stab at the maillot jaune for Garmin; Sky's Edvald Boasson Hagen could put two fingers up at Paul Kimmage from the top of the podium; or perhaps old boy Cadel Evans may get another cuddly lion to go with his collection.
Saddles would like to see Millar do it - if only for the delicious irony of having a fervent Scot doing the business on the Promenade des Anglais.
PLAT DU JOUR
Pissaladiere may not sound like the kind of thing you'd wish to feast upon, but the name is a bit misleading: this is not a dish that you'd chance upon while crossing a lettuce with a urinal. Far from it. Although nor is it typical to the pizza genre of dishes from which it purports to herald - for this is a pizza graced neither with tomatoes nor cheese. Which is a bit like calling a loaf of bread a steak.
Anyway, pissaladiere is a circular pizza-like dish that dates back to Roman times. It has a thick doughy base and its traditional toppings include caramelised onions, olives, garlic and anchovies (sometimes in the form of the 'pissalat' paste from which its full name derives).
Pissaladiere is normally taken as a starter so you'll have to top it up with a nice big traditional nicoise salad - preferably with a whole tuna steak, cooked rare, and at least two soft boiled eggs.
Tuna, anchovies and eggs - as Saddles knows through riding experience - are not the kinds of foods you'd want to eat if you wish to keep your bib shorts fresh and sweet-smelling. That said, the frequent release of gas is perfect for the team time trial discipline for it gives every rider a huge incentive to get on the front and breathe in some fresh air.