Now I realise some of you have lives and so have to watch the highlights of an evening, but there really is nothing like having a whole mountain stage rolling along on your TV throughout the day. You need to waste a day of your own time to realise just how good these guys' pharmacists need to be.
Yesterday was supposed to only be a medium-mountain stage but watching the peloton fracture into thirty pieces up the Col de la Madeleine yesterday was incredibly nourishing for the soul.
As if watching Lance Armstrong spontaneously combust in the heat the other day wasn't enough to put a spring in your step, yesterday I got to idle away a couple of hours watching Cadel Evans turn ghost-white, a sunken-eyed and dribbling reflection of the cyclist he once was - 70 minutes and a lifetime ago - pedalling squares, and at one point actually not pedalling at all, dragging my eyes off his maillot-jaune just long enough to reach for another cherry.
And they're not even in the Pyrenees yet...every chance Schleck breaks Contador there from what I've seen. Too much to hope for surely.
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