Ciao from il Giro d’Italia 2010, amici! I was saying to Martin that I’m a bit worried, I’ve been wakening up feeling great – always a bad sign. The trouble with my usual Giro partner in crime, Dave being back in Scotia and suffering from Giro withdrawal symptoms (he’s coming to le Tour, though) is that everything we write and photograph is subject to close scrutiny.
This morning, he’s making the point that it’s wrong to compare le Tour with il Giro – they are two different beasts, each with their own characteristics and quirks.
A fair point Dave, but I was actually responding to those who write in forums and the like saying that; ‘the Giro is better than the Tour’ probably without having been to either.
He also makes the point that we shouldn’t rattle on about long, hard stages – that’s what a Grand Tour is all about.
Whilst Viktor’s view is that the Grand Tours are too long; the first and last weeks attract a lot of attention but nobody is really interested in the middle week and they should be cut back to two weeks.
Answers on a postcard, please.
It was a hectic one, today, but maybe we tried to do too much?
It was a sprinter’s stage from Frosinone to Cava de ‘Tirreni, today and driving the stage didn’t seem a good option – long flat urban roads.
We decided to do a “glam start/wasted finish” piece plus a Michael Mørkøv interview at the start and an interview with Liquigas PR man Paolo Barbiere at the finish in the press room at Cava de Tirreni.
The trouble was that we lost a lot of time on the way to the start due to the grim sign posting that they have in Italy.
The glam start went fine but we didn’t quite conclude the Michael interview and agreed to ring him later to answer the last few questions.
Off to the finish along the motorway, beneath imposing Monte Cassino.
The Paolo Barbiere interview also went well but he had to dash before we concluded, too – his masseur needed to see him?
We struck out to photograph wasted riders, stressed soigneurs, resigned to their fate mechanics and the general ‘Napoleon’s retreat from Moscow’ that is the aftermath of a stage.