I managed to get through the day with my eyes closed and my ears covered before having a timeslot for watcing this stage. Now right this moment I've just watched the stage in its full wrath.
And just jumped in here on the thread and haven't aligned with the after-talk consensus here about what actually happened on this memorable day, so please bear with me.
So these will be my completely immediate, unfiltered, unthought-out outpourings, here just minutes after letting my eyes watch this.
I'm left paralyzed with a concentrated pot mix roller coaster of emotions along breathtakingly beautiful views, drama, amazement, giggles, excitement, despair, rapture, disbelief, bliss, regret, delight, anguish, ecstasy, devastation and euphoria.
A stage that has hammered itself solidly into the history books.
My cycling pal said it the other day: "Simon Yates is the Zubaldier, except he doesn't finish 10th but takes them all with their pants down". That's the thought I immediately got when he jumped up to Del Toro and Carapaz. Yates seemed like the one who had hidden the most in the bag.
And once I had thought about the idea, and thought about the two fighting brothers, it seemed completely surreal to see it before my eyes - a stray thought that took hold and then developed mercilessly over so much torment.
The #RaboFail curse has finally been lifted.
Now replaced by
#UuAAaEeeerrgh!?
#CaraWhaaz?!
Oh, that was too many words... in reality all I can say is "rrrggh, uurgh. mmmhh,, wtf? rrrrhhuhh" and just striving for watching the entire stage again.
OK, yep! That'll be what I do right now.
I'll rewatch it during the dark winter months anyway.
And just jumped in here on the thread and haven't aligned with the after-talk consensus here about what actually happened on this memorable day, so please bear with me.
So these will be my completely immediate, unfiltered, unthought-out outpourings, here just minutes after letting my eyes watch this.
I'm left paralyzed with a concentrated pot mix roller coaster of emotions along breathtakingly beautiful views, drama, amazement, giggles, excitement, despair, rapture, disbelief, bliss, regret, delight, anguish, ecstasy, devastation and euphoria.
A stage that has hammered itself solidly into the history books.
My cycling pal said it the other day: "Simon Yates is the Zubaldier, except he doesn't finish 10th but takes them all with their pants down". That's the thought I immediately got when he jumped up to Del Toro and Carapaz. Yates seemed like the one who had hidden the most in the bag.
And once I had thought about the idea, and thought about the two fighting brothers, it seemed completely surreal to see it before my eyes - a stray thought that took hold and then developed mercilessly over so much torment.
The #RaboFail curse has finally been lifted.
Now replaced by
#UuAAaEeeerrgh!?
#CaraWhaaz?!
Oh, that was too many words... in reality all I can say is "rrrggh, uurgh. mmmhh,, wtf? rrrrhhuhh" and just striving for watching the entire stage again.
OK, yep! That'll be what I do right now.
I'll rewatch it during the dark winter months anyway.
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