Giro 2011 Roadside St.3: Biking is a merciless mistress, she takes you to the very best highs and typically, the bottom of lows. Most days we drive the corsa, see the followers, the great thing about Italy and take in the ambiance. However we additionally attempt to take you contained in the race, even on this saddest of days on the Giro.
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Take as we speak: since yesterday was a day for the sprinters, we thought we’d chat to the fellows which can be concerned – we spoke to Roberto Ferrari’s DS at Androni, Gianni Savio; Movistar’s Fran Ventoso; Borut Bozic’s DS at Vacansoleil, John Paul Van Poppel; The Shack’s Robbie Hunter and HTC’s Alex Rasmussen.
I needed another, and headed over to the Workforce Leopard bus to attempt to speak to Wouter Weylandt – however the time ran away with us and we needed to depart as roll out time drew close to.
‘I’ll get a chat with him, perhaps tomorrow,’ I believed to myself.
Wouter with PEZ’s Martin Williamson on the 2010 Vuelta.
Martin and I spoke to him final yr on the Vuelta, he was cocky, humorous and really simple to speak to; I had him marked down as a person for good quotes sooner or later.
We left the Leopard bus and headed for the beginning – it had been morning for us, thus far . . . .
The tifosi sticks the cell phone up in opposition to Marco Pinotti’s ear; ‘ciao Claudio!’ he instructs; ‘ciao Claudio!’ Marco dutifully repeats into the cellphone – everybody’s blissful.
The Giro is cool, human and enjoyable; nevertheless, previous Cav isn’t in the very best of moods – but when you understand how to learn Cavendish which means he’ll be laborious to beat, as we speak – he’s ignoring the requests to show in the direction of the tifosi for footage.
But it surely’s troublesome to get the higher of the Italian followers; ‘Ale ! Ale !’ they chant throughout to Cav.
He scowls and fiddles along with his pink crash hat.
The beginning of stage three from Reggio Emilia to Rapallo, extra sunshine, fairly women and good espresso.
The wonder within the gold sequins glides out with the Giro trophy and the temper is full.
It’s time for us to fly, however not earlier than we get a fast chat with greatest underneath 25 rider and wearer of the white jersey, The Shack’s Bjorn Selander.
We met his dad – who’s Norwegian – yesterday on the best way to Parma, however Bjorn has US citizenship.
‘The TTT was extra technical than it appeared, there have been tram traces and pot holes.
We had been shocked with our time at half manner, we didn’t understand we had been going so properly – we had been very easy. The stage yesterday was very laborious on the finish, you’re cruising then unexpectedly (he makes the movement of opening a motor bike throttle) however the climb wasn’t so unhealthy. I wasn’t designated to assist Robbie within the dash so simply stored out of bother – and if you happen to’re not on the entrance with 15 Okay to go it’s unimaginable to maneuver up, anyway.’
The early kilometres are city and there’s little to {photograph} or discuss, however after an hour we’re within the inexperienced stuff; followers are skinny on the bottom nevertheless it’s one good a part of the world.
Then the climbing begins, gradual, winding via the timber and the occasional previous village. It’s not a killer climb nevertheless it’s no cake stroll both with the final Okay to the GPM fairly robust; the saving grace is a pleasant floor.
The highest is a little bit of an anti-climax however the first rate is loopy; steep, technical and really harmful.
Jim stated that it was unhealthy sufficient with 4 large fats tyres in a Peugeot scorching hatch, by no means thoughts two skinny 23mm tubulars.
Suddenly it’s ‘online game’ time because the lead motos catch us and point out that we’d greatest get transferring. Jimmy drives an incredible first rate and by the underside we’re nearly away from them – however we marvel on the pace these professionals descend.
We ease off a bit of – however Jeez ! there’s the automobile behind us and Jim has as well it once more.
We’ve determined to gap up on the cat 4 at eight Okay to go; Robbie Hunter reckons that there shall be a break – and we wish to see it.
However simply as we’re about to hit it, the cellphone rings, it’s Viktor; ‘Wouter Weylandt has had a nasty crash, I believe he may very well be lifeless.’
I inform Jim, we go silent – absolutely not, he’s an enormous robust boy.
The cat 4 comes after a quick, flat part and rears up steep and difficult instantly.
We drive via the prime line, park up and stroll again to the road; the views are beautiful.
There isn’t an enormous crowd so it’s no drawback to discover a spot.
Al emails that they’ve been massaging Wouter’s coronary heart for 20 minutes – we go quiet.
Right here’s the race – a Garmin and a Movistar are simply clear, then a Katusha and an Androni.
The bunch isn’t far behind; I believe the 4 will get caught – Jimmy reckons they’ll keep clear on the technical coast highway.
Matt sends an SMS to ask if we find out about Wouter.
Tyler Farrar is dropped, Cam Meyer is attempting to get him again nevertheless it doesn’t look good.
Cav is manner again, and so is Bjorn – that’s at the least two jerseys altering arms.
Al emails once more, the helicopter has flown Wouter out and the scenario is grave.
Robbie McEwen paddles previous adopted by the ‘cyclists touring membership’ as Jim describes a Rabobank lead gruppo.
A Katusha bottle lands at my toes, the previous lady subsequent to me seems at it longingly and I cross it to her – I’d in all probability bin it on the airport.
A Rabobank and a BMC are stone final – we head for the end.
Rapallo is gorgeous, the solar shines, the yachts bob and the pavement cafes bustle.
The race is completed, the barrier crews are at work.
We stroll the end straight; it’s all surprisingly quiet – Paolo Savoldelli sits shocked on the open air TV studio, the blonde lady on the mic is near tears.
Wouter is lifeless; we stumble again to the automobile in a daze and all I can assume is that I want I’d waited a minute or two longer this morning outdoors that Leopard bus.
All of us at PEZ ship our condolescences to Wouter’s household and associates. And though we didn’t know him personally, we really feel his loss.
– Richard Pestes, Writer –
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