After careful consideration on the Friday evening, I decided to drive to La Thuile in Italy to see the finish of stage 13 of the Giro d'Italia. I envisaged a lovely sunny spring day in the Alps, with me cheering on the peloton at the finish line. In fact it was as cold and miserable as a wet weekend in Norfolk. La Thuile was a pretty place. It was also totally nuts thanks to the Giro organisers. That I got to my hotel and parked my car, I still put down as a freak of chance.