Biased Blow-By-Blow: 2024 Tour de France Stage 15

Introduction

As you should know already from my last post, this year’s Tour de France has been pretty exciting. Two weeks in, the GC is still fairly tight. Today I provide my no-holds-barred, biased and barbed blow-by-blow report of what they’re saying is this year’s hardest stage.

Tour de France Stage 15 – Loudenvielle to Plateau de Beille

As I join the action, the riders are on the Col d’Agnes, a Category 1 climb, and about 40 miles from the finish. There’s a breakaway that has broken up a bit such that we’ve got three riders in the lead, a couple of chasers 39 seconds behind them, a couple more 32 seconds behind that, and then the GC group at 3:45. The GC group is down to 20 riders, and now I have to step away because my cat has just done something indescribably stinky in her cat box.

Okay, I’m back. The leaders are Laurens De Plus (Ineos Granadiers), Enric Mas (Movistar Team), and Jai Hindley (Red Bull – Bora Hansgrohe). “Laurens de Plus is a deceptively good rider,” the commentator Phil Liggett declares. So … what does that mean exactly? He’s good, but nobody can tell? He’s good but you can’t trust him? It’s a mystery.

The Olympic road race champion Richard Carapaz (EF Education-EasyPost) was in the original breakaway but missed the attack of the three leaders and is now chasing. Back in the GC group, Visma-Lease a Bike has only two riders supporting Jonas Vingegaard, their star rider who sits a couple minutes behind the maillot jaune, Tadej Pogacar (UAE Team Emirates), in the GC.

And now Carapaz has caught the leaders with 62 kilometers (about 38 miles) left in the race.

I’m watching the race on Peacock, and earlier they showed footage of one of their commentators sitting in an inflatable baby pool with several drunken Frenchmen. It was so corny, and the sight of his pale, hairy middle-aged chest was so disturbing, I almost threw up in my mouth. Who contrived this silly stunt? How could it have seemed like a good idea? But here’s a silver lining: it’s really hard to get photos of this coverage (since Peacock blocks screen grabs) so I don’t have a photo for you. Consider yourself lucky.

My cat has taken up residence in my lap. I’ve forgiven her for the cat box episode.

Wilco Kelderman (Visma-Rent a Bike) leads the GC group over the summit as Remco Evenepoel (Soudal Quick-Step) zips up for the descent.

The commentator Tejay van Gardaren just used the phrase “eat out this advantage.” I’m quite sure he didn’t say “eke out this advantage,” which also wouldn’t have made much sense in the context. I’m not sure what Tejay’s relationship is to language, but it looks pretty rocky from here.

“He wisely takes a gel bar there,” Phil says of De Plus. I wonder if Phil has looked closely at the consumables available to the riders? There are certainly bars, and gels, but I’ve never yet heard of a “gel bar.” Maybe Phil needs to pay more attention to the constant ads for The Feed that Peacock keeps showing. And I need to pay less, obviously, since it’s pretty sad that I’m even aware of them. I have a grudge against The Feed. I was led to believe that as a high school mountain bike coach I could get some free product, but it was a scam … though I abandoned the “registration” process midway through, The Feed now spams the crap out of me and I had to set up an email filter. Bastards. Don’t go for the “free water bottle” offer … your inbox may never recover.

It’s a long way to the final climb so I’ll fill you in on what’s happened so far in this Tour. Even though Vingegaard has won the last two Tours, he came in as a big question mark because he had a brutal crash this spring and was in the hospital for like ten days, and until a few weeks ago nobody was sure he’d even start the Tour. Pogacar, on the other hand, has been on fire all season, destroying his so-called rivals in the Giro d’Italia. I was starting to worry that this was going to be a totally boring Tour, but then Pogacar got COVID not long before the Tour started. So it looked like there might be some drama. So far, it’s been pretty good. Pogacar won the fourth stage, taking 37 seconds out of Vinegaard, but at least the Dane seemed to be on reasonably good form (as opposed to former winner Egan Bernal of the Ineos Granadiers who never really recovered from a bad crash a few years back, and lost 2:42 on this first mountain stage). Pogacar had a great Stage 7 time trial, taking another 25 seconds out of Vingegaard and 22 seconds out of another GC rival, Primoz Roglic (Red Bull-Bora Hansgrohe). Meanwhile, Evenepoel has been riding well, winning the time trial. In Stage 11, Vingegaard managed a stage win but didn’t take any time back from Pogacar, though he did distance Evenepoel by 25 seconds. In Stage 12, Roglic crashed hard and had to abandon the Tour, alas. Then, yesterday, Pogacar took another stage win and 39 more seconds out of Vingegaard, who at least took 31 seconds off Evenepoel to move into second overall. Vingegaard now wears the polka-dotted KOM jersey though it actually belongs to Pogacar.

Tobias Johannessen (Uno-X Mobility) has clawed his way back to the breakaway, making it five. But their lead is down to just 2:41 over the very strong GC group, and I think this break is probably doomed. I have to confess, it’s always slightly annoying when I’ve devoted some energy describing the breakaway, naming its participants, etc., all for nothing. Now you’re laughing at me and saying, “Poor baby! These guys are slaying themselves for a chance at glory, but your poor fingers hurt from all that typing?” Well, yeah. And remember, these guys are getting paid. I’m just here as a public service … and you might be the only person ever to lay eyes on this text. What a waste, all around.

Now the same commentator who had sat in an inflatable pool earlier has put his shirt back on and is interviewing some random Slovenian fan.

INTERVIEWER: Why do you like Tadej Pogacar so much?

RANDO: You’re pronouncing his name wrong.

INTERVIEWER: It’s not TAD-ay Po-GOTCH-ah?

RANDO: No. It’s Tad-AY Po-GOTCH-arh.

INTERVIEWER: Sorry.

RANDO: [huffs]

INTERVIEWER: So why do you like him so much, even though you said you’re not much of a sports fan?

RANDO: Because he’s so young but already so accomplished. He’s at the top of the leader board for a reason.

INTERVIEWER: Do you think that actually passes for insight?

RANDO: No, I never said I knew anything about sport. I was just minding my own business here when you came and stuck a mic in my face.

INTERVIEWER: Do you want to sit in the baby pool with me later?

RANDO: Please just leave me alone, you’re kind of creeping me out.

Okay, I have to admit something. I didn’t even try to give you an accurate transcript of that interview. My job is to entertain, and although that’s ostensibly the job of the commentators as well, they don’t always deliver. This is the trouble with live journalism … the footage they get, which deserves to end up on the cutting room floor, is just shoved at you like cafeteria-grade gruel in real time. They hoped this rando would be entertaining but he just just wasn’t. And who is this commentator? Where did they find him? Why is he ever on camera when he knows nothing about cycling?

They’re showing a list of past Plateau de Beille winners. I’m kind of surprised to see Lance Armstrong on the list, for 2002 and 2004. “Contador and Pantani won officially,” Bob Roll explains, “and Lance Armstrong won but was then disqualified … fairly or unfairly, time will tell.” Huh? WTF? I had kind of thought that after Lance made a fool out of himself on “Oprah” that the matter was settled. Isn’t that the acid test? I mean, after Tom Cruise jumped up and down on Oprah’s couch nobody has ever taken him seriously again … why would posterity ever return Lance’s past glory to him? This makes no sense.

Here’s an aerial shot of the final climb. A lot more interesting than a football field or a basketball court, innit?

The peloton reaches the base of the Plateau de Beille, and Kelderman, completely knackered, sits up and goes straight out the back.

The American Matteo Jorgenson, Vingegaard’s super-domestique, drills the pace on the front.

The gap to the breakaway is tumbling with a quickness. At the front, Carapaz attacks!

The GC group is down to nine riders. I’m not giving you their names … several more will get dropped soon. Suffice to say Evenepoel is still in there … for now.

What a waste of an exclamation point a couple sentences ago … Carapaz was reeled in like a retiree watching a timeshare seminar. (You won’t get metaphors like this with mainstream sports coverage.)

Jorgenson continues to drill it on the front, like a boss. Pogacar picks his nose. (His own nose, I mean. Not Jorgenson’s.)

The breakaway is breaking up. Mas, wearing an exquisite death-rictus, hammers on the front but it won’t be long until they’re caught. Note that Carapaz not only failed to get a gap, but slipped off the back of these two.

Carapaz regains contact and immediately attacks again. I’m sticking with a period this time, no exclamation point for him.

Vingegaard attacks! Only Pogacar can hang with him.

The duo blows by the dropped breakaway riders like they’re nothing, which they are. Look how weird De Plus looks in this photo. Some kind of A.I. auto-retouching, perhaps?

Now the leaders fly by the remaining breakaway riders. Carapaz latches on.

Evenepoel has already lost 30 seconds. And now Carapaz is dropped.

Evenepoel overtakes Carapaz. “He’s riding well and putting his rubber stamp on this race,” Phil says cryptically. I’ve certainly heard of “stamping your authority,” but the rubber stamp thing … doesn’t that normally indicate something very rote? I’m not getting this metaphor at all.

Pogacar has been out of the wind this entire race. He’s just sucking Vingegaard’s wheel, which is of course perfectly appropriate. And it’s a 9% grade so they’re probably not going all that fast, so it’s not like Vingegaard is being taken advantage of, exactly. But still, you wonder how long he can last. He had to attack early, so that in the unlikely event of Pogacar faltering, the Dane would have enough road to stretch out his lead and take the yellow jersey. But Pogacar looks super comfortable.

Peacock is patching in audio from their random, clueless baby-pool commentator who I just learned is named Steve. “I’ve already summited,” Steve says, as though being driven up a mountain is  some kind of heroic achievement. “I can tell you that it is very steep up here,” he continues, as though providing value. “Later I’m going to visit a day care center and hope to get some graham crackers and a juice box,” he does not go on to say, though he may as well.

Evenepoel is hemorrhaging time. He looks pretty demoralized. Or maybe he’s just hurting. I mean, of course he is.

And now Pogacar attacks! Rude! Gosh, with three miles to go, this really isn’t the prudent move of a GC leader with a decent lead who seems like he could theoretically lose the race by digging deeper than necessary. Very cheeky. Don’t get me wrong, I love panache, but this just seems gratuitous. Pogacar looks back, to taunt the Dane.

They ask commentator Christan Vande Velde, on the motorbike, to comment on Vingegaard’s unfolding nightmare. “He’s really suffering,” Christian says. “I haven’t seen him look this horrified since his family accidentally abandoned him in ‘Home Alone.’” Christian is to be forgiven for confusing Vingegaard with the child actor Macaulay Culkin because after all, the two are very nearly identical. Also, I made all that up, needless to say.

Pogacar goes under the 1-kilometer kite. Why is it called a kite? I don’t know. It just is.

Pogacar gets the win. He does the controversial “I’ve just woken up and am stretching” victory salute, as if to rub his rivals’ nose in it.

Vingegaard crosses the line, 1:08 down. His elbows are locked, as though even his arms have given out. I know the feeling.

Evenepoel finishes, losing 2:51 to Pogacar and 1:43 to Vingegaard. Presumably, more riders trickle in as the footage turns to Pogacar drinking water and once again being congratulated by various staffers. Yawn.

Now Carapaz limps through, well over five minutes down.

Bob Roll describes Pogacar’s win as “pure joy.” I’d say killjoy is more like it. Remember when riders were vulnerable and occasionally cracked, especially after winning races all season long? Pogacar has 16 pro victories this season, which is a similar number to the races he’s entered. He dominated the Giro and is now poised to be only the eighth rider in history to win the Giro/Tour double, and the first since the fully lubed Pantani in 1998. Some might find this exciting; to me it’s a lot like that egghead kid in the schoolroom who’s always got his hand up when the teacher asks a question, and who goes “Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!” when she pretends not to see him.

As they show a super-slo-mo of Vingegaard crossing the line, they play a recording of what his director said over the race radio: “Really, really good job. You did everything Jonas … Pogacar is better, and we have to accept this, huh?” Gosh. That guy should moonlight as a motivational speaker. (And no, I didn’t actually fabricate that quote, for once.)

As Pogacar warms down, of course he’s on his phone. What’s he doing? Doomscrolling? Social media? The Wordle? We can only speculate.

My online correspondent writes, “Well, the Tour is officially boring.” True, true.

And now it’s time for the uncomfortable conversation: could Pogacar possibly be clean? Well, I just read on cyclingnews.com that “Dutch journalist Thijs Zonneveld reports that Niki Terpstra has calculated [Pogacar’s] climbing time as 3:39 quicker than Pantani’s 1998 Plateau de Beille record.” So … how would this amazing feat be achieved clean, knowing that Pantani was coked to the gills throughout his career? Is it because Pogacar has electronic shifting? Better nutrition? Just wanted it more? Uh-huh. I’m not sure what to do about this. Maybe the TV networks will sue WADA for failing to police doping better, so that the stages could last longer and provide more advertising opportunities. Think of how much revenue they’ve lost through the curtailed coverage since every day the riders come through far sooner than expected.

They’re interviewing Pogacar.

INTERVIEWER: Well, thanks to your absurd dominance today, the Tour is officially boring.

POGACAR: I never would have imagined this. It was really hot, a super hard day, incredible, I’ve been cooling down and everything.

INTERVIEW: Half of your [stage] victories have been in the Pyrenees. What do you make of that?

POGACAR: Well, think about it. There are two mountain ranges used in this Tour and I didn’t win the time trial, so … duh.

INTERVIEWER: How did you pull this off, taking so much time out of your rivals?

POGACAR: They didn’t have the legs. More specifically, they didn’t have my legs.

INTERVIEWER: That sounds rather arrogant—did you really just say that?

POGACAR: No, I have said very little actually, which is why this blogger is taking liberties.

INTERVIEWER: What were you doing on your phone a bit ago, during your warm-down?

POGACAR: I was reading albertnet, of course.

Here’s the stage result:

And here’s the new GC:

Mark Cavendish (Astana-Qazaqstan Team), who won Stage 5 to set a new world record for most career Tour stage victories (click here for details) crosses the line, flanked by teammates, less than two minutes before the time cut would have ended his Tour.

And now the French sprinter Arnaud Démare comes over the line, a minute before he’d have been cut. Why is this remarkable? Well, he’s an amazing climber, having set a new Strava KOM for the final climb of the Milan-San Remo classic back in 2016. Of course, he had a bit of help in that he was hanging on his team car the whole time up the climb in what must be the worst example of unpunished cheating in the history of sport (click here for details). The good news is, Démare totally sucks now, failing to win a Tour stage since 2018, and I love to watch him lose. And I’m glad he made the time cut so I can watch him lose the next flat stage as well.

Jorgenson really sacrificed for his team leader today, losing 9:30 and dropping from 10th to 12th on GC. But hey, he was doing his job and I respect that. In other news, they’ve awarded Carapaz the Combativity award for today’s stage, which he totally deserves.

They’re interviewing Evenepoel now.

INTERIEWER: Well, you blew big greasy chunks today. How do you feel about that?

EVENEPOEL: Actually, I am happy. I consolidated my third place and my white jersey.

INTERVIEWER: But you lost big time to Pogacar and Vingegaard.

EVENEPOEL: I was getting my time gaps to them over my radio, but I didn’t want them. I just wanted to hear about the guys behind.

INTERVIEWER: That’s really defeatist of you.

EVENEPOEL: …

INTERVIEWER: Why the COVID mask? Do you really think I’m gonna give you COVID?

EVENEPOEL: Well, you do seem to spit a lot when you talk. But actually, I’m wearing this mask because earlier my directeur sportif was giving me a hard time about my yellow teeth. So I’m just covering up.

INTERVIEWER: Is that true?

EVENEPOEL: Of course not.

Well, I was hoping they’d interview Vingegaard, but they never did and now the coverage has concluded. Tune in again next year because I’m not going to bother blogging any more about this officially boring Tour.

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Biased Blow-By-Blow - 2024 Critérium du Dauphiné Stage 8

Introduction

Bike races are becoming hard to watch, in every way. First, you have to subscribe to a different streaming service for practically every event. Second, so many races seem to be dominated by a single rider, it’s getting super boring (e.g., Tadej Pogacar winning the Giro d’Italia by almost ten minutes, picking up six stage wins in the process). Finally, our eyes are getting bad … at least, mine are. And the Critérium du Dauphiné is particularly hard because the coverage starts at 4:00 a.m. Pacific time. So if you’re looking at all the text on this page and thinking, “Oh, it’s so long, and there are so many photos, I’m not sure I can commit,” consider that it could be much, much worse.

(The good news is, as I’m adding this particular paragraph after the fact, I can tell you today was not boring! Read on!)

Critérium du Dauphiné Stage 8 - Thônes > Plateau des Glières

As I join the action I’m pleased to hear Christian Vande Velde and Bob Roll announcing. The guy Peacock has narrating the replays sounds lugubrious, and of course Phil Liggett has become nonsensical. Not that Bob’s commentary is always scintillating. “That is the peloton,” he now says emphatically. Not sure whether his emphasis is this French term, or he just really wants us to understand what’s going on.

As early as I arose this morning (4:40 to be precise), the riders have just 15 kilometers (9.3 miles) to go. Fortunately it’s all uphill as they approach the Category 1 Plateau des Glières.

Michal Kwiatkowski (Ineos Grenadiers) is taking like six bottles from the team car. Not sure why on earth he’d do that so close to the finish, except maybe these bottles contain PEDs. (This is Ineos, after all.) It’s also puzzling that he’s even being allowed to take bottles because the supposed rule is no feeding after the 20-kilometer-to-go mark. Maybe Kwiatowski ran afoul of team management and is being made to haul these up the mountain as ballast. Kind of the equivalent of dropping and doing twenty pushups, which protocol they’d have to modify because as everyone knows, most pro cyclists are incapable of doing pushups.

There’s a breakaway of nine riders with just over a minute on the peloton. They’ll probably get overwhelmed. I don’t think the term “overwhelmed” has been used for describing a break being caught but it’s actually the perfect word. Let’s see if it catches on.

Wow, the gap is plummeting. I’m not even going to learn the breakaway riders’ names. They’re like temps in an office. Do companies still hire temps? Like the Kelly Girls of old? Let’s revisit that later.

The peloton is still pretty huge. I guess race leader Primoz Roglic’s Bora-Hansgrohe team hasn’t decided to lay down a fast tempo yet. The GC favorites are waiting until the last minute, totally ignoring their moms’ perennial warning. These guys!

As usual for France, the towns and countryside are gorgeous.

Marc Soler (UAE Team Emirates) is in the breakaway. I guess he didn’t learn his lesson yesterday when he soloed from like 40 km out and then got caught with just a couple kilometers to go. He lost like seven minutes on the last climb. D’oh!

The breakaway is dissolving like animal crackers in hot soup. I don’t believe that metaphor has been employed before. Fellow race commentators take note.

Sean Quinn, an American on EF Education First Easy Post Whatever, is leading the breakaway, wearing some kind of stars-and-stripes jersey. Either he won a national title or he’s just hella patriotic.

Giulio Ciccone (Lidl-Trek) attacks! He sits ninth on GC so we can presume he’s just looking for a stage win.

I’m kind of rooting for Ciccone right now because he seems to be such a good sport about riding with the equipment he’s given, which includes in this case these totally goofy handlebars and levers that stick out at a crazy angle, bringing to mind fallen arches. I would refuse to ride with such silly equipment but he’s not only getting on with it, but trying to solo!

Looks like all the breakaway riders have been stubbed out in the race ashtray. Ciccone has 22 seconds on the GC group which has maybe 15 riders left.

Here’s what’s gone on in this Dauphiné this past week. Nothing major happened on GC until the time trial which Remco Evenepoel (Soudal Quick Step) won handily. Then there was a massive crash in Stage 5 following which they neutralized the race. The yellow jersey changed hands in Stage 6 which Primoz Roglic (Bora-Hansgrohe) won (typically enough), and then the GC got really boring when Roglic won Stage 7 as well. I’m only deigning to watch today because Roglic does have a knack for losing stage races on the final day.

This is interesting: David Gaudu (Groupama-FDJ) is going out the back. He was kind of considered a GC contender this year and was his team’s protected rider. He’s one of many promising racers who just fizzle out. Also of note is that he’s cooling himself off … this might be the first hot day of the race. The only interesting thing Roglic said in his post-race interview yesterday was, “When will summer be here?” I’ve been wondering the same thing.

Laurens de Plus (Ineos Granadiers) is leading the GC group and they catch Ciccone. Ciccone’s brake levers were just scooping up too much wind for him to be able to stay off. I hope he learns his lesson and switches to more aerodynamic equipment after this.

Whoa, this is interesting! Carlos Rodriguez (Ineos Granadiers) is driving the pace on the front, and Roglic has let a gap open up! Best yet, the American Matteo Jorgenson (Team Visma – Lease A Bike), who sits second on GC just 1:02 behind Roglic, is right on Rodriguez’s wheel! This could actually get interesting!

(Jorgenson is a baller, by the way. He won this year’s Paris-Nice stage race, as well as the Dwars door Vlaanderen. He was born in Walnut Creek, right here in the Bay Area. He’s young enough to be my son, and  he stands 6’2” which is pretty rare for a dude who can climb so well. Amer’ca!)

Cicconi tries to close the gap, with Roglic sucking his wheel. Where are Roglic’s Bora-Hansgrohe teammates?

Derek Gee, the Israel-Premier Tech rider on the front, has been riding a great Dauphiné, having won Stage 3. Moreover, he’s sitting third overall, just 11 seconds behind  Jorgenson and 1:13 behind Roglic. He flicks his elbow but nobody pulls through. By “nobody” I mean Jorgenson and Rodriguez (who is very hard to see … probably part of his strategy). All the others are gone.

The break now has 15 seconds. That’s a quarter of what Jorgenson needs, but there are only 3.6 kilometers to go. It’d be a long shot for him to unseat Roglic but you never know. Now Jorgenson comes to the front and you can see Gee is really suffering.

Roglic, who takes over from Ciccone, is going pretty well but his socks are the wrong color and they’re too tall. They’re kind of a lemon yellow and the jersey is more canary. I can’t root for a rider with such poor aesthetic taste. Maybe he’s colorblind? But then, why hasn’t a teammate or staffer jumped in with sartorial advice? Are they afraid of him? Is he a tyrant? Probably.

Evenepoel, who was evidently dropped at some point, starts to close the gap to Roglic. Evenepoel got totally shelled yesterday. He’s like that … he does a huge effort and then pays dearly the next day. Roglic’s heroic domestique, Aleksandr Vlasov, is on Evenepoel’s wheel and if they catch up, maybe he could help Roglic. Vlasov was amazing yesterday.

There’s still a chasing duo behind the leaders. It’s De Plus and Santiago Buitrago (Bahrain Victorious), but they won’t catch back up. As if to prove my point, Buitrago chooses a very poor time to engage in literal naval-gazing, which is not only annoying but non-aerodynamic.

Up in the break, Jorgenson attacks!

Gee is dropped but Rodriguez manages to close the gap.

The two leaders are under the 1-kilometer kite! They’ve got almost 40 seconds, and there’s a 10-second bonus! Jorgenson needs only another 11 seconds to take the GC win!

Heading for the line, Rodriguez is stronger and Jorgenson can’t come around! Rodriguez takes the win!

He almost forgets his victory salute, but pulls it out! Look how dejected Jorgenson is … he needed that first-place time bonus, and of course a stage win would’ve been nice, particularly if he doesn’t manage to steal the GC.

Roglic drills it, knowing full well he could totally lose this Dauphiné!

He’s gotta be shitting bricks. He lost the 2020 Dauphiné on the last day, remember, by crashing like two or three times. And then he famously lost the 2020 Tour de France on the final stage, with his silly time trial helmet creeping off his head. To lose this second-rate stage race on the last day simply by not managing to ride fast enough … that would be just too humiliating.

Roglic crosses the line and it looks like he made it just in time to hang on to his GC. Note the silly piece of tape Ciccone has on his nose, which is somehow supposed to improve his breathing. I’ll bet he has a really dorky tan line there (which I find just as interesting as Roglic winning another stage race).

Here’s the stage result.

They’re interviewing Rodriguez.

INTERVIEWER: You picked up the stage win. So I guess your parents were wrong about you.

RODRIGUEZ: I felt really good. As hard as the team worked, we had a plan, yeah, get in a breakaway, try to go for the stage win.

INTERVIEWER: That’s not really a plan, per se, that’s just a goal.

RODRIGUEZ: After that I just raced as hard as possible in the finale, on the last climb. I couldn’t do enough to get on the podium so I wanted the stage win.

INTERVIEWER: You kind of ignored my last comment. That really hurts my feelings.

RODRIGUEZ: The legs feel good. This result was for my teammates. See you at the Tour.

What the interviewer evidently doesn’t realize is that nobody is translating the questions for Rodriguez, so he’s just saying whatever he feels like. Also, I’m just typing whatever I feel like. So it’s a win-win.

Here’s the final GC result. I’m tempted to say it was a nail-biter, but I refuse to normalize that disgusting behavior. Let’s just say it was a close one (in fact the closest in Dauphiné history).

Now they’re Interviewing Roglic.

INTERVIEWER: Yesterday you said something interesting about the weather. Do you think you can do similarly well today, or will we be back to your mind-numbingly boring, anodyne statements like “my team did great”?

ROGLIC: No, not really, it was quite crazy actually, I’m happy to be able to win the Dauphiné, with everything happening in between, it’s beautiful.

INTERVIEWER: Did they tell you [Jorgenson] was gaining time?

ROGLIC: Yeah, exactly. Both dudes in the car were spouting off, like, “Primoz, you fool, he’s destroying you!” and I was like, “Shut your pie-holes ye bleedin’ pricks!”

INTERVIEWER: Were you suffering?

ROGLIC: Did you really just ask me that? [Note: the interviewer actually did.]

INTERVIEWER: Are you confident for the Tour de France?

ROGLIC: Definitely. But, one is Dauphine, other is Tour. One Fish Two Fish Red Fish Blue Fish.

INTERVIEWER: What does that even mean?

ROGLIC: I have no idea. They switched to a teleprompter this year and I think someone is screwing with me. And now, if you’ll excuse me, I have got to take out these contact lenses. My eyes are getting really dry as I age.

David Gaudu smiles incessantly as his fans pose with him for photos. What’s he so happy about? He’s supposed to be a GC favorite and he didn’t even crack the top ten today. He finished all the way down in 30th, over four minutes behind. Still, that’s better than his teammate, the hapless Chris Froome, who was third-to-last almost 27 minutes down.

They’ve just announced that the team director of Bora-Hansgrohe suffered a fatal heart attack while watching Roglic almost lose the GC. Okay, I made that up. It was just a joke. Was that in poor taste? Perhaps. Could I delete this paragraph? Yes. Will I? Obviously not.

The camera loves Roglic. They just keep zooming in on his face, trying to get some footage with actual emotion in it. Here’s perhaps the best they could do.

Not a bad shot, really. In fact, when he sees this post perhaps he’ll download that picture. He could use it as his new profile photo.

Rodriguez mounts the podium to celebrate his stage win. After eschewing podium girls entirely, the race organizers are gradually bringing back approximately half of the tradition. The new UCI rules dictate that there can only be one female; there must also be a dumpy man; the female must be called a “podium woman”; and, she must look like Taylor Swift.

Jorgenson takes the podium having sealed his victory in the best young rider competition. Will he lead Visma-Lease A Bike for the Tour? Who knows. I haven’t been following the sport too closely now that cyclingnews.com put up a paywall, the bastards. All I know about Visma’s prospects is that last year’s Tour winner Jonas Vingegaard may not even race it this year as he continues to recover from a bad crash in the spring, and last year’s Vuelta winner Sepp Kuss was sick during this Dauphiné (and didn’t even start today), so it’s impossible to know how his form is.

And now, Roglic steps on to the podium for his final yellow jersey presentation. As he likes to do, he drags his kids up there, little realizing how confusing and upsetting this surely is for them. His younger son nervously bites his fingernails. How sad to be taking up this disgusting practice at such a very tender age. Roglic tries to intervene, but it’s surely too late for this kid. Oh well. At least the Slovenian champ has another stage race victory to add to his palmarès.

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