Rain.
Three mountains to climb before the downhill finish.
Sometimes it's best not to think ahead.
But you really can't help it.
Vello is riding behind Saint Arnoc, who is replacing Gaius today.
Saint Arnoc is not doing badly, for a saint.
Vello rides up alongside him.
Look here, says Vello. I'm sorry about yesterday.
It wasn't me, says Saint Arnoc.
The day before then, says Vello. It seems you do have some legs.
I don't remember, says Saint Arnoc. But you are right, we both have them.
As to that, says Vello, it's lucky you two both look the same.
I look nothing like Gaius, says Saint Arnoc.
I meant your fellow saint, says Vello.
Saint Ténénan, says Saint Arnoc. We do look the same. Some believe we're the same person.
That doesn't surprise me, says Vello. Of course, you must know the truth of it.
We don't, says Saint Arnoc. Not definitively. The records have vanished into the mists of time.
They pass Primoz Roglic, who has cracked on the mountain, and is also vanishing into the mists of time.
(But has hopes of riding in the Olympics).
Ridiculous, says Vello. It's not a question of records, it's an existential question: Who am I?
Yes, says Saint Arnoc. But this is not the time for existential questions.
True, says Vello. We will clear it up at the picnic on Monday
Am I invited? asks Saint Arnoc.
Of course, says Vello. Belle always puts on a good spread.
Wonderful! says Saint Arnoc. Now, best knees forward!
You forget I'm the team captain, says Vello.
The rain tipples down.
There are spots of rain on the cameras.
If you are watching the race on the television, or an ipad, the riders look blurry.
But now!
Who is that speeding down from the Col de la Columbière to the finish?
Dylan Teuns, of Bahrain Victorious. The stage winner!
And who is that coming fourth?
Fourth?
It's a relevant question because, ..... it's Pogacar, who now claims the yellow jersey!
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