Three weeks ago as I drove off the Eurostar, I remember thinking what a very long time it was until I would be back in the UK. Now I’m planning a route home for Tuesday. Funny thing, time.
I can’t ever watch games of football or rugby without wistfully wondering what it must be like to be professional. On days like today however, I’m pretty happy not to be a pro cyclist!
On The Road at the Giro d’Italia: There are a lot of guys sporting pink in some seriously bright shades
Here in Treviso (a hub of Italian cycling) it looks like a big pink paint bomb has gone off. As with the Tour in yellow, the Giro is all about pink – the strapline for the race is ‘the fight for pink’.
The weather over the past few days has been far from ideal. The riders turned up yesterday at the team bus looking like they’d just undergone a severe hosing down. I’m usually amazed by how well they look and cheerful they are after such long distances, but they really wore the day on their expressions yesterday.
On The Road at the Giro d’Italia: Grand Tours, like the Giro, require levels of organisation that are utterly mind boggling
The mechanics and I were chatting the other day, and we have unanimously decided that professional cycling is probably the least logistically friendly sport in the world.
On The Road at the Giro d’Italia: I figured he was pretty tired of people congratulating him, so me and Sir Bradley Wiggins just had a chat about the race ahead
Giro d’Italia? What’s that? I hear you say. Well, for anyone who has thumbed past page one in the cycling-for-dummies handbook (no, that does not exist) it is the second most famous race in the world, only beaten by a certain Tour de France.
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