Dumoulin to show up in his ITT rainbow, bike and helmet, he will ITT the stage. But Pinot attacks, atop the first climb he has a two-minute advantage. He drops his mask! It was Reichenbach! Kirby was right all along! And Tom decides to go solo. Pinot (dressed as Reichenbach) pulls his favorite fishing pole and hooks up TD's saddle. Pozzo reacts, weaves spaghetti and lassoes Pinot. The trio takes a massive lead. Unbeknownst to them, Lopez had carb loaded with the best frijoles he could get and rockets his way back. But Poels and Froome are riding a tandem and closing in fast! Betancur gets 5 bags at the feeding station, rolls down the climb in hot pursuit. Viviani has been sprinting for over 100 km and finally gives up. Carapaz goes from turtle to hare and he's fast: is it too little, too late? Bilbao is athletic but he's fading, but the real is no Madrid: Contador is nowhere to be seen. Yates is coming out of nowhere, just had a Gatorade. Yates+sugar=alcohol, Simon gets pulled over and charged with DUI. His Giro dreams are over. Pozzo hears through his ear-piece that the mafia had a bet on Aru to be the top Italian in the race: his family is being kept hostage...he slows down. It's Pinot vs. Dumoulin with 1.1 km to go. And Tom has to stop to relieve himself, uses the kite as toilet paper. Solo win for Tibopino!!!
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