For 11 days, the maillot jaune was firmly riveted on Primoz Roglic's back until that fateful day in La Planche des belles filles when it was yanked off by Tadej Pogacar, skin and all, who would triumphantly wear it in Paris as drops of bitter blood etch a nightmare to be long remembered in the cobblestones of Champs-Elysees, to be be told and retold in the manner of Greg Lemond's conquest of an overconfident Laurent Fignon in 1989 and the ousting of Carlo Guieb by tech-savvy Bernardo Llentada in 1991.
Meanwhile in Bakal 2, the harvest from a successful cholecsystectomy garnished a samgyeopsal spread.
Nario Quintana fell first, then Egan Bernal and Rigoberto Uran, with Miguel Angel Lopez and Richard Carapaz providing flickers of inspiration until they too succumbed to Stage 20 despite Tootsie Tomanetz's brisket, Rodney Scott's whole hog barbecue and Rosalia Chay Chuch's cochinita pibil that were offered generously to appease the gods.
It might be that Lennox Hastie's fancy grilled caviar and smoked burrata are just too much that even DCI Roz Huntley was not spared from the curse of the Balaclava Man whose striking similarity to the masked Phanthom Bikers will definitely justify the lynching of PLDT's Customer Service for crimes against humanity.
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