Taco van der Hoorn wins stage 3 of the Giro d'Italia from a breakaway even he did not believe in.
Taco van der Hoorn spent two years at Jumbo Visma and says he enjoyed working as a domestique for Wout Van Aert, but at Intermarché-Wanty-Gobert Matériaux he was promised more freedom.
Freedom? Did no one tell him they can monitor core temperature and blood sugar real time, and correlate them to power output? Or that, in any case, work rates are compared on screen to prove the futility of breaking away when, in the belly of the peloton, a few tens of watts are enough to match the straining fugitives? That swarms of all-seeing, geostationary satellites hover overhead, collecting data points, and relaying the position of every rider to technicians on the ground, who calculate convergence rates? In short, there is no hiding place, nothing is left to chance, there is no freedom?