Without Saying Goodbye, Richard Carapaz left the remaining breakaway in Cusco to arrive in Machu Picchu alone, his first Grand Tour stage win in three years and just after Pugad Baboy arrived from the SM Mall in Sonoma with a container of gazpacho from Chef Matias that is enough for The Next 365 Days.
That was because it was 32 years since the 1990 Luzon earthquake for a reunion that started at 10 AM when the cherry fell off a melting ice cream in Mexico City into grandpa's old notebook as he-who-can-be-named blessed trays of baked mac, sisig, pinakbet and a bowl of kinilaw na isda that was marinated in Suntory Whiskey and Alfonso 1 Brandy for 32 days, 32 hours and 32 minutes.
That's Amor, a threesome marathon between the Laura-Don Massimo-Nacho Team of Sicily versus the Wali-Simone-Claire Team of Paris for Tuesday's Senegalese version of nilagang mani, grilled pork and breakfast wine that will be served with the bacio of Al Contrario to celebrate the Phantom Biker's 6-stage tour from Puno to Ica with Ariana of the Peruvian Road Cycling Team, Sofia of Team RadioShack, Dani of AR Monex Pro Cycling and Lina of Cofidis who were To Each, Her Own.
So Tell Me when Love and Gelato will be served for desert after Friday's leftover fried chicken from Max and the kilawen at kalderetang kambing during a job interview with Madam Sir Vartika Chaturvedi, Karishma's captor and sleuth of the Delhi Crime that solved itself the day Richard Carapaz again took a mountain stage for a P40/P10 jueteng bet on 18-22 that were drawn twice in August, three days before the music died on Fr. Apolo De Guzman...
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