I love watching cycling. I’ll happily sit in front of Eurosport for an evening watch a stage from the Tour, the Giro, the Vuelta or one of the smaller stage races or one of the classics.
Sometimes I find it very hard to keep my eye on the guys towards the end of stage that comes to a sprint. 20/30 guys rubbing shoulders sprinting for the line at 70/80 km/h is both spectacular and frightening.
I was reminded last night just how frightening it is when Wouter Weylandt of the Leopard-Trek died on a high-speed descent on Stage 3 of the Giro D’Italia.
Very brave guys pushing themselves to the absolute limit day after day. I salute you.