Giro d’Italia 2013, Stage 12 Analysis

Rain, rain, rain and yet there is more rain.

It rained on Stage 12.

It rained a lot.

Riding through the cold and the rain is not just physically tough, but mentally as well.

Days like Stage 12 become a battle between the physical body and the rational desire to get out of the cold, to get warm and to consider a career change that has a lot less of the outdoors.

Rain, however, is also a surprisingly popular topic for songs.

On this wet and dreary stage, here are some song titles that possibly sum up the day’s stage for various participants of the peloton.

Milli Vanilli, Blame it on the Rain

Milli Vanilli’s, 1989 lip synced classic, Blame it on the Rain comes in at number one in today’s countdown of rain related songs that encapsulate this year’s Giro, so far.

Who in the peloton spent most of the day singing this little classic?

Bradley Wiggins, for whom this song has become more an anthem, rather than a single day theme, is possibly contemplating putting this baby at the number one spot on Sky Pro Cycling’s Playlist.

The Breakaway. All members of the early breakaway, who fell on the same corner, with the exception of De Backer, who managed to stay upright, possibly spent the last 80kms trying the get this out of their heads

Pinarello. The bike manufacturer is from this region and would have thought when the route for the Giro was released that they were somewhat guaranteed of at least one rider from either Sky or Movistar, to be out on the front all day.

What would have been better than a couple of hours of a world class rider, off the front of the peloton for a few hours in the sunshine, showing the world what a fabulously stylish and high performing, along with hugely expensive product they produce. And yes, you too could be a world class cyclist for the cost of house deposit.

I mean, let’s face it, even if a Pinarello bike wasn’t in a breakaway, presumably, at least viewers could see one of these grand machines flying through the Italian countryside.

Sadly, for the most part, it was almost impossible to see any rider, through the driving rain.

The sprinters, especially Elia Viviani and Sacha Modolo. What more could you want in your home Grand Tour, than a punchy little sprint circuit through Treviso’s industrial area, when you are a sprinter?

Well, Mondolo at least managed to find the top ten, finishing eighth, but Viviani doubled that number to come home at sixteenth. Not the results these two would have wanted in their home stage.

Here comes the rain again, The Eurythmics

Wiggins again. It’s easy to see the King of Mod, stepping out of the team hotel in the morning with that sinking feeling of, ‘Oh, no. Not again.’

This is interesting really, because an Englishman who struggles with rain seems as believable as Hugh Heffner being offended by bikini clad blonde beauties. Clearly, he’s in touch with his inner Australian during this year’s Giro.

Purple Rain, Prince

Clearly this is Cadel’s song. Not because I’m suggesting he’s a hirsute musical genius from Minneapolis, but because he is in a stellar purple patch so far this Giro.

I wish it would rain, The Temptations and Singing in the Rain, Gene Kelly

Vicenzo, Vicenzo, Vicenzo. The man doesn’t have a voodoo doll of Wiggins, no he has better than that.

He has a rain dance the Gods love.

He has a direct line to the rain Gods.

We all know what Nibali’s Christmas wish was last year and he must have been a very good boy to have been rewarded with such a wet Giro and a rival terrified of the water, especially when going down a hill.

Nibali doesn’t mind some water but I wonder how he feels about snow?

If you were on a cycling tour in this sort of rain and forecast snow, you would want your money back.

The line for refunds begins behind Sir Bradley Wiggins.

Thankfully for British cycling fans, at least one of their riders isn’t frightened of the rain and fittingly, he rides for a Belgium team where they breed them tough in the most dire of weather conditions too.

Cavendish left no one in doubt of his sprinting skills and when the Manx Missile is on fire, nothing, not even three hours of riding through the rain, could stop the man who dreams of red from getting to the finish line first.

After such a wet day in the saddle, there could be nothing better than a warm shower, a hot meal and a good night’s sleep.

Just don’t check the weather forecast.

Snow is forecast for Saturday’s stage and organizers are currently trying to clear the snow from the Gaibier.

Who’d be a professional cyclist?

 

Published on The Roar, 17th May, 2013

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