The crash in Frosinone – was it Pippo’s fault, then? I ask Al – Dave and I not having the benefit of action replays.
“Yeah, he was all wrong, but he put his hands up for it and said as much when they asked him what happened. He hit Goss and then they all changed their line as they came into the bend, trying to get around and the riders behind sort of panicked. Cav went to the right and hit the barrier.”
It looked to us like Cav and Goss were out of it anyway; there were a lot of riders round that wild bend before we saw Matt on the deck and Pippo looking a tad sheepish as he stood in the road checking to see how that nice Cipollini frame had stood up to being dropped.
Sprinters’ stage finales are wild affairs.
The motorbikes and cars scream in, lights, air horns, flags, anticipation – and all of a sudden they’re on you.
Cornering at impossible angles, huge gears, faces screwed up in pain – the lead out men, the GC guys trying to keep out of trouble and miss any late splits.
And the ‘crazies’ – the fastest men alive.
Ventoso was best of them, today – a worthy winner.
Hesjedal surprised us, right there, among the madness – but he stayed upright and another gorgeous maglia rosa will be draped over his hotel room chair back, tonight.
Matt Goss kept his red jersey but will be hurting after that crash.
The Sky boys morale took a bit of a slap, Kennaugh swore as he freewheeled in – they rode hard today for nada.
We slept like logs last night – the grappa helped.
The digs were really nice and so were our hosts.
The lady of the Villa Euchelia told us that the house was the German HQ during the war – I’m glad I didn’t live in those times.
The drive up to Frosinone was uneventful and Frosinone unspectacular.
Apparently it was once beautiful, but allied bombing raids during World War Two destroyed all of the historic buildings and just about all else.