Potenza is a ramshackle vertical city, great cracks from ancient earthquakes and landslides, and to join the remains, some over a kilometer long escalators in several sections, the longest in Europe, that don’t work, presumably.

The permanent breakdown of transport though it improves the venous circulation of the people who have to walk on its slopes, and their health in general, annoys the citizens, but it does not bother the non-existent tourist nor the cyclists, doomed to choose to pedal impossible walls, like Queen Bowman, Spider-Man, the little blond of Olft, The Netherlands, and culturally, perhaps there could be nowhere far from the capital of the so-called Lucanian Dolomites, who climb up the hill and leave his compatriot Bock Mollema dry, who wanted to win so much. This is the second victory after a stage at Dauphiné in 2019, in six years of Bouwman’s career, an effective team man over Jumbo, 29, more regular than anything else, and an excited worker.

Both, another Dutchman, Tom Dumoulin, who finds himself when he stays in the background, behaves like this, and shines like a generous Bowman teammate, who protects and releases him, and an Italian with a lot of style, David Formolo, arrives before the peloton at the end of the toughest of the seven stages that the Giro has, is even tougher than the Etna stage in which Juan Lopez, of Lebrija, reached a rosy ride that he still maintains. There are more than 5,000 meters of altitude in 200 kilometers, screaming, frightened, eyes out of their sockets, those who see cycling through their Strava curves. And they reached the snows of Mount Sereno.

Bok Mollema, 35, the oldest of the modern cyclists, is not one of those.

As 42-year-old Alejandro Valverde says, he’s older but more adapted to the times, and with the force gauge on the handlebars, it’s easier to launch into seemingly crazy actions, seemingly desperate attacks, all or nothing, and those things that ironically all Whoever does this, be it Pogacar, Van der Poel, Evenepoel, Van Aert, or any other prophet of ultra-modernity, is the most calculating of all, because he knows how many kilometers he can withstand at such speed. Mollema is a sore, boring man who has no computer on his steering wheel and spends the day, like children in a car, hitting his escape or his mates of platoon. Is there still a lot? How long is left? You don’t know how many miles you’ve reached or how many watts per minute are left in the tank. do not count. He shakes his hump, opens his arms and ears and attacks instinctively and because he loves it and because he knows, and his manager, Adriano Pavey, also knows that his involvement in the hack means less sweat for his fellow Trek members at work defending the pink jersey of Juanpi on a tough day like this of the trek along the summits of the Apennines located In the far south of the boot, a film fog initially frightening, through Maratea, entry into Basilicata, the land of the making of Basilio de Byzantium basilica, from the Calabrian coast – fear of Sergio Samitier, Aragones Movistar, who falls on a cliff and breaks and retreats -, laziness sun and burnt legs Later, a tough spring. And in the package, a tactical lesson and teamwork.

The instinct and danger of Mollima, one who cannot be given minutes, makes Richard Karapaz wake up and discover the difference between fighting for the ultimate victory starting with strange And so he got into beards and crushed Roglic and Nibali in 2019, and he’s been doing it as a favourite number And at the head of a team like Ineos, who has to roll up his sleeves again on the orders of Castroviejo and works, deep in himself, so that the enemy does not lose command, Juanpi López, a happy Lebrijano, more than that, ecstatic, who speaks Italian by the elbows, lose track The reality—”How I enjoy two or three days, whatever it is, is to wear pink, because I live in a cloud and get lost,” she says. “Heat? That’s not hot compared to 40 degrees under Lebrija… ”- and you don’t want to think about stopping wearing pink. ‘Blockhaus Day [el domingo]’The day those who win the Giro take off their masks, I’ll run in pink for my Ciccone, of course,’ he says. ‘If that’s what they ask me, of course.’

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