As the race completes its diversion through Spain‘s smaller, weirder conjoined twin with what petulant whiners may see as a ‚worthless flat stage‘, another sprint royale among elite competition is expected to take place. But stay alert, because after coming within touching distance of the mythical Torre climb to tease the viewer, the race heads due south along insufficiently covered roads just as the powerful northwesterly winds are expected to kick up. Any trigonometry graduate among us will realize that this means even more teasing, unless…


