The antidote to a day of wall to wall rain, grey sky, low visibility.
Golden.... It's all there.
Motorbikes, men opening car doors while they're moving, enough vittoria pavés to make you poo your keks, Cancellara crushing cobble (and the opposition) and a fleeting glimpse of our man Hoste.
I've needed this all week, something to perk up the post cross pre classic doldrums. Thanks to paperthin for providing the inspiration.
