And so, it starts...
Another year, another Giro, another chance for me to krush it. Welcome to the third annual (I think) Krushing the Giro, presented by Azúcar Manuelita. Not really. That's a really obscure reference 99.99% of people reading will not get.
This year the Giro started off with a predictably boring TTT. Boring first days have become the norm for Grand Tours these days, so I wasn't surprised when the route was announced all those months back. Still, I tuned in to see what Belfast had to offer. I saw plenty of people out, which I thought was really cool. Lots of support for the race. But it made me wonder how many of those people even knew that some of the cyclists they came out to see almost didn't make it because their government didn't want them in the country. I wonder if the people who cheered on as Astana went by thought about the fact that two of the members of that very team weren't allowed into Ireland for God know what stupid political reason. I really hope the Giro takes this seriously and thinks about these things before bidding out race start. Ok, that's the last time I'll mention this visa thing. Unless I feel inclined to so later on.
As I sat there in a daze of boredom watching an endless parade of dorky looking dudes in dorky looking bikes, riding around the nondescript streets of Belfast, I suddenly thought that my time would be better spent doing something productive and fun: Laundry. The whites, to be specific. Yes, people, I'd rather do laundry than watch TTTs. So, I went into my basement, did what had to be done, got a little food and came back upstairs to find out that I had missed what turned out to be the only interesting part of this excruciatingly monotonous stage: A crash. Nathan Haas, Koldo Fernandez, Andre Cardoso and Dan Martin of Garmin-Sharp hit the wet deck. I didn't see it live, but you can trust me, I watched the replay. As I'm typing this rumors are that Martin has a broken collarbone and has retired from the race. Ryder Hesjedal, Garmin's other GC hopeful, was not involved in the crash, but now sits way, way back over 3 minutes behind the Maglia Rosa.
At least Garmin have an excuse. What can we say about Katusha? I can tell you that they finished behind Team Colombia, which must be pretty embarrassing. Did you see my tiny compatriots wiggle all over their bikes (and the road) like they had ants in the shorts? I didn't, but I watched the replay.
So, Uran, Scarponi and Evans are sitting pretty, while Quintana, Pozzovivo, Cunego and Rodriguez are already on the back foot.
Tomorrow, I predict another snoozer, which is good because I gotta wash my colors. I still have sheets and towels to do this weekend. I think Kittel will raise his arms right as the buzzer in my dryer goes off.