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
And with less than twenty kilometres to go King – an unheralded twenty-nine-year-old pro – became the “virtual” leader of the Vuelta Espana. For a moment that won’t, in two-and-a-half-weeks time, even attain the status of footnote, it was unreasonably exciting.
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.



