It is raining. At the start in the coastal town of Salou, it’s anything but beachy. Puddles collect in any small depression that will let them. Men zip up their gilets, make little conversations among themselves. These conversations are probably tense, for this is a tense situation. It is tense because, as it stands, the top ten in the general classific…
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