Oh, the twists and turns of an unpredictable Vuelta. In one of the most open Grand Tours in a long time, we’ve had some great stories … and their natural home is, of course, Twitter. We even have a tour which is not a tour … So sit back and relive some of the action fished out of the Twitterstream.
While I’m not sure who these purists are, what is true is that the Vuelta always delivers crazy, dramatic racing.
Luck – good and bad and hoped for
Fabrizio might have spoken too soon about the lack of wins but I’d agree with him about the entertaining nature of EF this season.
Richie is riding the Vuelta as if he were a neo pro. And probably have a lot of fun doing it.
Sagan has his own category.
Ben’s the king!
One of the feel-good stories of the Grand Tour is Ben King and his fantastic ride on Sunday.
The power of love …
While poor Bauke Mollema …
Retirement is good …
Alberto Contador joins Juan Antonio Flecha for a recon or two of some climbs for Eurosport. LOVE
Sorry, Jens, but sometimes retirement isn’t all Gran Fondos, commentary gigs or hanging out at Rouleur weekends.
With their Aqua Blue Team going to the wall, Larry Warbasse and Conor Dunne have decided to take to the open road. And we love them for it!
Even rain can’t dampen the spirits of these two …
Sunday, Monday, happy days …
Floris de Tier – sounds like someone who would be acting at the Globe Theatre
Meanwhile, in the UK …
A certain satisfaction, I’m sure, for Andre Greipel beating Caleb Ewan in the Tour of Britain opening sprint.
Sounds like the KiryBot has been reprogrammed …
And the QuickStep boys just keep riding on.
Always worth putting in a picture from one of the greatest movies ever – Breaking Away
Geraint Thomas‘s new sponsorship stream
Epstein-Barr bites hard
In response to Brailsford’s solution to the problems of cycling is JV’s response
Elia Viviani, who has come alive at the finish line since leaving Sky, tells us why no sprinter has had any luck in that team. Proves that money isn’t everything – you might actually need some strategy for those pesky sprint stages