While colleagues from all corners of the world gather in my city along with thousands of spectators for the start of the Vuelta a España, I myself sit 1,600 kilometers southward with trembling knees, as far as possible in the little blue cart whose worn plastic bucket seats aren’t really made for slumping comfortably with your legs stretched out, high, very high, on a wooden roller coaster under the blistering sun somewhere on the rugged Catalan coast ready to take on the opponents in the red train next to us.
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Through Ankie’s Lens: Out of the tunnel, back into the light!
