Where’s the most bizarre place you’ve seen a professional cyclist?
Have you spotted a skinny climber down the local lumber yard struggling with a 4×2, Cav throwing an old sweat-ruined mattress away at the dump, Uran living it up in the off-season at some grubby nightclub in downtown Ibiza? Well, for me, and I’m guessing the majority of the press on hand, it was some Schmick Lidl in a back road suburb of Bilbao. I tell you, though, they’d tidied it up. You’ve never seen shelves so full!
