You’d followed this rider for years. On posters, in breakaways, in heartbreak. Today, he stood beside you, helmet off, smiling, calm before the storm. “First day nerves?” someone joked. He laughed. You’ll never forget the sound.
Be there when the Giro begins, up close, espresso in hand
Learn More →Morning ride in the hills. Mid-climb, the radio sparks to life. A voice calls out from the team car. Bidon tossed. A tip on the next corner. It’s not just theatre. It’s the rhythm of being inside.
The crunch underfoot. The hush before the peloton. Feel what it’s like to stand where legends break away.
It wasn't just a grandstand seat. It was where the whole Tour made sense.
