What a Giro that was! Mrs A and I were fortunate enough to be in Italy for part of he last two weeks and even got to see the trophy close-up as it was on display in Milan. We stayed near Zogna, which is close to where Felice Gimondi comes from and is really big cycling country. Most of it was seen on RAI 2, but we did find ourselves in a route-side café in Zogna with some locals and a couple of entertainingly crazy Kiwis on the day the peloton stormed through. It was great to be there for the magical 100th. We also got to the start in Rovetta, where you can mix freely with the riders before the start.
We found ourselves rooting for Dumoulin, despite normally being Lotto Jumbo (Bianchi, you see) and Sky supporters (British - sort of, at least). I admire Nibali and rate him as a racer, but he is old news now. Quintana, I cannot warm to. He seems to be ineffective without his team around him, and there is something of the wheel-sucker about him. His attacks are often a bit powderpuff, and fizzle out after a few metres.
To see a big, strong man like Dumoulin taking on the skinny mountain goats on their own territory was great. Every day you wondered if it was not one more set of hideous climbs too many, but he kept on hanging in there, and that stage win really stamped his authority. A star is born!
To finish, I will upload my photo of the trophy in Milan arcade. It is such a beautiful thing - you don't really get the impression of it on TV.