When I asked Gino Mäder in the morning how he felt about stage six, he gave a single, unequivocal answer: “Nervous.”
“Nervous?” I asked. “Why?”
“Forecast looks like wind for the last few kilometers.”
“Like…crosswinds?”
“Proper crosswinds, like, proper. Not like yesterday.”
I laughed. “Yesterday you told me that today is when the fun starts.”
It was Gino’s tu…
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