A Walk in Sanremo Professional cycling. Don’t you just love it?
You don’t? Too much lycra, too much sweat running down contorted faces, too much time-where-not-very-much-appears-to-be-happening-at-all?
Races remind you of those depression era dance marathons where the last guy standing wins? Of who-can-hold-his-breath-the-longest contests?
Oh well. That is certainly one way of seeing it. But there is another way, too. Plenty of