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It’s Over
Did you notice Pogačar looked like a dead man in the time trial? He looked pale. The spark in his eyes was gone.
UCI Makes a New Rule
In the news today: The UCI adapts its rules on the participation of transgender athletes in international competitions. You don’t have to read this, here’s my TL;DR version:
Mark Cavendish’s Last Tour de France?
Mark is out of the Tour. Lucky I switched teams yesterday from Team Status Quo to Team Record. I have a feeling my former team had only one member (and no sponsorship). The Guardian came out with this headline to announce Cav’s misfortune:
Close But No Cigar
Slow stage yesterday, as expected (stage 7 to Bordeaux). I tuned in with 10km to go, in time to watch the leadouts (love the leadouts, the get the fuck out of my way routine boils my blood, every time). And the sprint.
Jonas Vingegaard’s First Mistake
I watch Tour de France with my friend who lives in Montreal. Badass stages like the one yesterday to Cauterets-Cambasque with Tourmalet. It’s 1am here in Brisbane and 11am in Montreal. We spin the Telegram, mute the commentary and talk cycling trash.
Wout is a Loose Canon
No one tells Wout van Aert what to do. The guy is a loose canon. Take yesterday’s stage (the Day of the Jai Hindley). I was watching it on SBS with Matthew Keenan and Simon Gerrans. Keenan, no idea what his background is but Simon, you know who Simon is, right?
Is Today the Mark’s Day?
It’s after midnight right now in Australia and here I am, writing an email because like everyone else, or I assume like everyone else, I want to see Mark Cavendish have another shot at beating Eddy Merckx’s record.