Up to now it seemed to me as though the Giro could only be properly watched in two places: (1) In Italy. (2) In my kitchen. In a paradigm-shifting visit, the wonderful Rapha Cycle Club carved out spot #3.
Oh, San Francisco, most lovely of all American cities. Can’t we just make the Tour of California 7 different days of coursing through your streets? The world can have Lake Tahoe and the Donner Pass. I’ll sip my coffee, reminiscence about the best Californian race there ever was, and spend countless hours in May glued to the TV as the big leagues of bike racing takes place some 10,000 km away.