Up a dusty hill in Sicily we went, a few weeks ago, or what seems like a lifetime ago on the first rest day of the Giro. Around a bend, and we came across these two fellas (or ladies, anyone know?) We all stopped. Whilst teammates were attempting befriending with high 5 bars, Igor simply found a flower and a gentle word.
When we asked Igor, he said: “Sometimes we ride like Donkeys.”