Even wearing 90s neon atrocities like these cyclists wasn’t enough to prevent some savage crashes in the Tour de France.
Note our friend in pink on the left here, who at first almost blends into the background, and then once you’ve seen him, completely takes over the picture.
He’s flying head first towards some tasty tarmac. What other event could you have this the left side of the picture in such utter carnage and the right side still encapsulated by the sprint for the finish.
