I went to the final stage of the Giro d’Italia and all I got were some pictures of men in spandex.

Here they come to save the day.

The Maglia Rosa, not working very hard.

Vroom.`

A little bumpy.

Fans, old, young, and canine.

There they go.

Mind the flag.

Some random old rotten building behind them.

Cornering.

Don’t get too chatty, that dude is coming for you.

There they go.

Doesn’t give a shit about bicycle races.