Vuelta Espana 2018 Stage 7: the unknowable fifth dimension
Spain, it occurs to me after watching stage seven wend its way through a vast, parched nothingness, is an emptyContinue Reading
cycling and other stories
Spain, it occurs to me after watching stage seven wend its way through a vast, parched nothingness, is an emptyContinue Reading
The Spanish, as we know, are the kings of the siesta; that civilised little afternoon nap that helps them avoidContinue Reading
If you were in the market for a breakaway stage win at a Grand Tour you’d pick the Vuelta Espana.
It’s an opportunist’s race, and the most breakaway friendly of the three; the Giro being bat-shit crazy from start to finish, and le Tour being too big and too important for anyone to leave anything to chance.
After a season of spats and squabbles, and recalled to the Cofidis Grand Tour squad, the reappearance of Bouhanni somewhere near the spotlight demanded that the fighting analogies were dusted off and wheeled out for a proper airing in the Andalusian sun.



