We’re in Seravezza. ‘Sad news, Donna Summer has passed away’ said the text from Martyn Frank. That news cast a shadow over a day of bright sunshine and hills. The start was down on the coast – it’s not quite beach season, so it’s not heaving yet.
In a month’s time you won’t be able to move on those beaches.
We had a chat with Jack Bauer before the stage – he looks in great condition.
He’s lost weight since his days in Flanders, but he’s still the same no nonsense, nice lad.
The percorso was tough, but the ‘bigs’ didn’t go crazy, letting a break go, from which Lars Bak jumped his companions to take victory.
Once again we couldn’t figure out the way they categorise the climbs – with the fourth cat seeming tougher to us than the second cat.
The crowds at the roadside have become bigger, the further north we’ve come.
But on the subject of crowds, the control in the hills once the main bunch passes is terrible.
Everyone hops the barriers and starts to walk and pedal off the mountain.
We think it shows gross disrespect for the riders further down the classement – and it’s only a matter of time before there’s a bad accident.
Marczynski was last man on the road and the crowd had all but gone when he arrived yesterday, maybe 30/40 minutes down on the leaders.
He was eliminated but went out fighting – respect!
I’m writing this on the sea front at Savona, in the sunshine – word is that it’s still raining in Fife.
Sorry to hear that, guys!
We were here early, today – we spent the night in Genoa and in common with most Italian cities, the parking is a nightmare.
We had to have the car away before 07:30, latest.
The alarm blasted at 06:30, a quick shower, coffee and on the road for 07:15.