167. The boring predictability of professionalism

The last couple of weeks I’ve been watching, and enjoying, the Tour de France, a truly unique sporting event, epic in its dimension and in the demands it makes of its competitors. Le Tour is beautiful. Aesthetically, because of the opportunity to see the many breathtaking landscapes it crosses and because of the undulating, graceful movements of the multicolour snake the riders form. Sportingly, because of the incredible strength, sacrifice and courage the cyclists display, day on day. But the extremely professional, controlled set up of the race makes me long for the olden days, when the riders, without support teams, power meters or in-race radios pitted not only their bodies, but also their wits, against each other and the course. When every day, every climb and every bend could spell awe or catastrophe, in a way not possible today, with all the support, the in-race aids and the meticulous planning and preparation. I admire the modern Tour, but I miss the less predictable Tour of old 

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