Scientists say, and they explain it perhaps to rage even more, that while humans are forced to lead an asocial life to combat the pandemic, all viruses, and also SARS-CoV-2, the cause of alarms, confinements and restrictions around the world, he enjoys a much more intense social life than previously suspected.
Scientists say that viruses are not lone agents, robots destined to clone themselves in invaded bodies, but rather, on the contrary, they fraternize, cooperate and compete, and can be altruistic, freelancers and also cheats.
And as they tell it like this, it is not a sin to think that more than the agents of a disease so complicated to combat, they are referring to the personality of the different components of the cycling fauna and the social life and other relationships that are established in the peloton of the Vuelta, which, reaching Sádaba, accelerates avidly on the straights, which are already known to be infinite everywhere, but in Aragon and its Villas they are even more infinite, drawn by happy gregarious people, enjoying the joy experienced by those who are accustomed to working and suffering attacks from others feel that they are the ones who make others suffer.
And, as in the Tour, Sam Bennett, the
sprinter
, always wins
Irish overflowing Belgian Philipsen, the 22-year-old who arrives so fast, along the same lines.
And Bennett is so happy that he doesn't regret that this tough and intense Vuelta, with no room yet for supporting actors, only three
sprint
arrivals are planned
.
Only those who shoot (and achieve a good average, of more than 49 per hour) regret that the wind does not blow as they expected, so closely they surrounded the Moncayo that creates the winds, majestic among mists, through the high moors of Soria and the Flatter Aragon, that of the fields of extensive mills as far as the eye can see, where only the towers of the churches of the villages, the grain and feed silos and the salt deposits on the edge of the roads are vertical for when the frost and snow.
Above all, the Movistar team, who in the Vuelta, their career, grow and multiply and enjoy playing it with classic intensity every day.
They try it before, in Magallón, after the warehouses in which Mondo produces its athletics tracks, and its director, José Luis Arrieta, the master of the winds, tells them to wait for Sádaba, not the philosopher, of course, but the people , that is where something could be done.
They look for a fan, their trademark when they run at home, the symbol of their superiority.
There is no wind in Sádaba, there is no fan, a movement that would not have displeased the leader Roglic, as motivated as those of Enric Mas's team, or even more so, since he already states, after only four of the 18 stages, that his objective is win the Vuelta wearing red leader from the first to the last day, as only Berrendero (1942), Anquetil (1963), Maertens (1977) and Rominger (1994) have done before him.
More than a description of virologists they, the platoon, all the platoons, perhaps deserve a visual poem, a declaration of love in images to the cyclists, who are almost like children disguised as warriors, and when they fall, and fall they shed their fierce air, awaken tenderness, and this is the documentary
Volta,
by Jon Herranz and Gerard Peris, with which the Catalan race, the third oldest stage event after Tour and Giro, wants to entertain cycling the year in which It should have celebrated its hundredth edition, canceled because of a virus with so much social life.