OK. We pretty much just wrote the book on how to win a South American stage race the hard way. We had the yellow for 8 of the possible 9 days. We only had 6 guys, and with yellow sitting [ed: not working hard], that's 5 guys riding. We won the first 4 stages so that they all hated us. The only Spanish I know is very insulting, and that made them hate us more. We were riding tempo [ed: as hard as can be sustained] ALL day every day, and getting attacked by groups of 8 to 12 riders from different teams that had banded together. Here is where you can use your math. 8 or more guys smashing it in the crosswind after you have been riding at the front with 5. Bunch blows to bits, get team back together, and ride really hard to bring them back. Reassemble on the front, and give them dirty looks. Repeat every 15k or so.
No respect for the Yellow. Leader whips out his [ed: slows to urinate], they attack. We go to feed, they attack. One of us flats........you get the picture.
When I said "south american monkey knife fight" I really meant it. Try for a moment to visualize monkeys with knives. Now imagine they are very agitated, and possibly rabid. Now, place a shiny object in the center(stage win, yellow jersey, pesos) Hell... while you are at it imagine they have been drinking red bull vodkas too.
I just cracked up because I have this awesome picture in my head now.
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