It was fine to see Jonathan Vaughters and his boys get that long-overdue stage win and a yellow jersey today. I’m not so jaded that I can’t appreciate the significance of it.

But I am jaded enough to enjoy the thought of seeing the UCI’s saddle-sniffers sentenced by Rod Serling to an eternity of trying to clap a level on M.C. Escher’s “Relativity.” Fuck these people. If I want a pro bike fit I’ll consult someone who doesn’t need a Plexiglas bellybutton to see what he’s up to.