Last week I set an alarm for the first time in forever. Coffee in hand, I rose around eight-thirty to watch the Volta a la Comunitat Valenciana, a five-day stage race in the orange-growing region of Spain. This race, like its fellow european counterpart Etoile des Bessèges, is fickle and unpredictable — the parcours isn’t difficult enough to separate th…
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