Some interesting results for sure, so here's your delayed official-because-I-say-it-is double update for Sunday and today*
Sunday's stage saw some very tired riders make mistakes and accidentally leave the race. Tom Van Arsebrook went off in a huff after he failed to win the lanterne for Saturday's stage, Jonas Vingegaard flew on the vings of a kerbstone instead of love and Merlier just didn't fancy if, given there were no proper stages left and everything was up and down all the way to Paris from here. Chapeau to him for making sure ASO knew where they could shove their Paris stage 21 cobbles. Now he's out, of course, he'll much prefer the new finish as it adds a bit of excitement when you're watching from the sofa.
As a mountain stage the timings were tight, with only Arthur Askey, Pascal Stinkhorn and Søren "Don't give me stupid name or I'll decapitate you with this Viking battleaxe" Wærenskjold managing to find some extra seconds. Chapeau** Søren for the stage win.
Askey is, of course an actual contender rather than just a stage hunter, and will have pleased to see both Bol and Kludge missing vital splits and losing a minute or two. It is, in act incredibly close down there, with the bottom three within a half minute of each other. How Koodge must be rueing those punishing bonus seconds
The rest day wasn't plain sailing for everyone either. Lars Craps - who it just isn't worth making up a daft name for - fell ill and failed to start today's test of timing. We don't know exactly what is wrong with him, but being the Tour there's a strong chance nominative determinism did for him. That or he didn't fancy getting knocked up*** at 2am. He never really bothered the lanterne anyway, but worth mentioning because even the best lanterne rides are seeing people rise a place or two due to the exits above.
So, to the stage - a proper test of daring. Guess the winning time and try and crawl round just inside it. But who dares push least? Chapeau Pascal Stinkhorn for beating Peter Allergy by a good 7 seconds!
But what of the underall, I hear you cry, as if you hadn't read the posts above that contain that very information? Very well - for those of you muting every other poster on this thread than me (and why wouldn't you? It's the only sensible option really. It's what I'm doing), here it is.
The only real movement is David Ballerina sneaking into 10th at the expense of Milan Fretting. Only Peter Allergy of our bottom ten made the bottom on the stage, closing around a minute and a half of the gap to Julius's Burger Van, the others all playing it a little safer. Yes, it's tighter than a gnats chuff. Still only half a minute between the bottom three, and less than four between the bottom six. Everything is there to not ride for!
*Subject to revision at any time if Donald Trump calls
**Without horns on, obviously
***Woken up; we think it's highly unlikely the other sense could happen to him