In Country Jaguars, Minis and the Black Taxis of London were manufactured, and there was 25 years ago Jake Stewart was born, who became a cyclist, despite so much engine weight in his town and to share almost name and on the bike, Jake is as fast as his non -relative of the Tyrrell and ecstatic sprint in the straight line Another can reach him. He wins the stage and still gives him time to dry the sweat, greet his teammates and dry the sweat again before the yellow leader crossed the goal, a few hundred meters before and that finger has fallen in a roundabout and that finger seems that it is the only evil that has been done, little thing, a scratch, for a 25 -year When the pelvis broke on a lombardy bridge, when he crashed in the terrible fall of the Itzulia of 24, from when he swallowed, last December, the door of a postpress van in Belgium.
After the hot stage for the soft hills of the Beaujolais, still the grapes in the vineyards, on Friday the first hard stage arrives, which will end in the high of the Cry, in Combloux, after the Cuesta de Domaincy and the city of Salanches. They are names that belong to the great history of cycling, places that were in the 1964 World Cup, when an Eddy Merckx of 19 years was proclaimed champion of the amateur world, and also in the 80’s, that of the organized slaughter and carried out without compassion by Bernard Hinault. More recently, there, in both increases,
Before manufactured nothing, in Coventry, heart of British metallurgy, sewing machines were made, and in the same workshops, before the twentieth century, the bike with chain, equal wheels and double triangle frame was invented. He was manufactured the rover before launching to manufacture rigid and hard SUVs, when in Coventry there were more than 400 bicycle factories, more than in any other city in the world. The industrial revolution began with a locomotive and the railroad, and in Cateby, in the disused tunnel of a dead road between Coventry and Birmingham converge in the 21st century, cars, bikes, technology and future. On the closed gallery roof, not a drop of wind, straight, straight, 0.4% slope, smooth, smooth, and illuminated asphalt, no bats fly. It is a natural wind tunnel in which aerodynamism of prototypes in motion is measured, not fixed before a fan. Dan Bigham, the Wizard of the Aerodynamism of Red Bull, measures the effects of speed on the socks and ankle boots of Florian Lipowitz, its leader in the Dauphiné, and surely all the engineers who pass through there would applaud the bicycle that makes Jake Stewart fly on the surface, a factor manufactured not far away, in Norfolk Wide and fine like those of the track bikes and a VSelebone in V, so similar to the butterfly of the bun and of Pogacar.
The roots of cycling are strong. They never die. They make them reverde the cyclists, their passion, a desire for redemption that the decisive weekend of the Dauphiné, in Savoy and the Alps, will face Pogacar, that he does not seem himself, Vingegaard, who has to scare everyone after a mourning year, already Evenepoel, which no one seems to take seriously in the mountain.
