Another bumper week for Tweets. We have rogue massages, haircuts uncovered, Jagger in pink, Jensie on the lake, and much, much more. But first we get off to a sombre note.
From triumph to tears
This weekend was the US national championships. Saturday, That Boy Phinney stormed the TT to take the title.
Unfortunately, we might not see Taylor in his stars-and-stripes skinsuit as Monday he had a terrible accident in the road race that resulted in a compound fracture of his lower left leg and an injury to his left knee. From all reports, it’s lucky it wasn’t worse. There are a few pictures out there of the accident but I don’t think it’s appropriate to put those in. But I am putting in this photograph because it shows Lucas Euser letting his own chances of victory go in order to stay with Taylor. Eric Marcotte of SmartStop went on to win the road race.
Jagger in the top spot
Last week’s time trial saw Mick Jagger take the maglia rosa. Which calls for a little pink portfolio of pictures.
How can you not love a guy who dresses up in a giant crocodile suit and stands by the side of the road to cheer on Cadel Evans? He’s strangely majestic!
For me, the Grubers take pictures that tell the most wondrous tales.
Winning a stage in a grand tour takes a bit of luck – you need to be in the right place at the right time etc etc. But knowing where that right place is isn’t luck – it’s hard work and preparation. Fabio Aru reconned Montecampione in winter.
We start with some snake soup for Tinkoff-Saxo.
It does seem that there’s a lack of roadside attractions this Giro – other than all the animals in Ireland dyed pink. Oh and there was some sort of chessboard with people in medieval costumes the other day. But other than that, nothing like last year.
Picture number two of Manuel Quinziato. I’d put in half a dozen if I could.
More than any other sport, it seems that cyclists have their children with them at every opportunity. Lots of little kiddies on the podium – we even have some signing in for dad!
The breakaway ride of Giant Albert Timmer was a thing of joy. That humungous guy riding his heart out on a climb. (Would have been even better if he had been in the snowy white kit of an Argonaut … I just can’t let that go…)
The Jensie was in Canada last week for a little Trek schmoozing and a little angling.
This was the point where I was going to go into the Yin & Yang of Froome & Wiggins, the whole Froome autobiographical brouhaha, but you know what? I can’t bloody well be bothered. Let’s see what you got on the road, boys.
I love this clock – it looks like some sort of Jules Verne contraption that takes you back and forth through time. Personally, I would go back to the French Revolution or maybe VE Day in London. I bet you really needed to know that.
This has to go to Lucas Euser who, as we saw on Monday, knows what’s important.