Christopher Froome goes hoppity hop.
I wish he’d stop.
Froome is a seriously scary person. He is very tall, and I’m trying to imagine what he’d look like if he ever straightened his arms. I’m thinking of the bicycle that flew over La Manche: The Glossamer Albatross. Here it is:
(Height: 4.88 m; Wingspan: 29.77 m; yep that’s him)
Anything else happen? Well in the first hour the average speed was 48 km/hr, in the second 50.5 km/hr. Sagan got in the breakaway (because he could) to make sure of getting the 20 sprint points on offer after 220 km at the base of the mountain. Job done, he pops a wheelie on the 10% gradient in front of the peloton catching up.
He then waved as the peloton swallowed him, much like Schwartzeneger in Terminator 2 as he lowered himself to be swallowed by a vat of molten metal.
yeah, that one:
Too many late nights? Yeah.
I suddenly realised that this is Lemond shaking hands with Froome. On the podium.
Wow, I’m genuinely shocked. Could this all be real??? And I just found this commentary from Kimmage: “What will it take for us to make that leap of faith again?”