The Vuelta a España is many things, sometimes stubbornly traditional, sometimes bordering on the ridiculous but there is one characteristic which is a constant: It’s predictably unpredictable.
The peloton can go from a flat stage that ends in a chaotic bunch sprint to the next day hauling themselves up a goat track barely wide enough for cars. Then there are the doomed breakaways by the wildcard teams and the surprises à la Sepp Kuss. Any of these things can happen and, for some bizarre reason, quite often do.
