Cómo ganar el Giro bebiendo sangre de buey

In 1909 Italy was a newly made country. One of the most bizarre ideas to finish it off was precisely the Giro, a parade of vampires, acrobats, lunatics, fascists, partisans, pirates and cannibals that rolled from the Alps to Sicily before the doorstep of millions of Italians. And he united them around the epic, tragedy and comedy of cycling. After Lead in the Pockets, his book on the Tour de France, Ander Izagirre pedales in these pages with Bottecchia's steel bicycle to transport a machine gun through the Alps and stop the Austro-Hungarians, with Francesco Moser's galactic bicycle to melt time. He trembles with Charly Gaul and Johan Van der Velde, two naked cyclists who went through polar storms and lost their minds. He goes up with Marco Pantani to hell. He waits for Luigi Malabrocca, who makes his living by always arriving last. He attends the tremendous battles of Gimondi against Merckx, of Fuente against Merckx, and the most tremendous of all: that of Merckx against Merckx. He listens to Florinda Parenti, who won the most difficult Italian championship of all. He is amazed at Marino Lejarreta, before the mystery of the mountains that suddenly disappear. Follow the wheel of Alfonsina Strada, Fiorenzo Magni, Vincenzo Nibali. And he recounts the adventures and mishaps of those two, of course, Gino Bartali and the other, what was his name, yes, this Fausto Coppi.