Slings and arrows my friend, slings and arrows!

I remember sitting in a car outside a hotel nearly three years ago now.  My world had almost collapsed as had the Tour de France's last ounce of credability.  Its a lonely world when you are tired, emotional and stressed.  I was a journalist then and hell had decended on the race I love.  I have moved on now as has the peleton and we are all the better for it i think.

2010 and 2 and a half versions of the greatest tour on the racing calendar later; I am still amazed how much this crazy sport we all love has the capacity to shock me.  What a day in italy land, what a day.  Writing a short review of a day like today must be impossable.  What has happened? I missed it all and am gutted. What can you say?  The Giro seems to have regressed back to the good old days of cycling, when nothing was taken for granted and beaten heros and rise again from the ashes of defeat and burn bright once again.

Vino et all must have wondered what had hit them.  i can tell you now Vino, its called Karma!  i hold no grudges and think everyman should be allowed to make mistakes and not be hung out to dry for the rest of their lives, but it is a sweat moment to see a tour result so up in the air after a day that was all about raicing and not about the other nastier aspects of sport.

Bring on the Zoncolan!