Oh No!

 I guess enough time has passed now, everyone knows how the Queen stage of this years' Tour de France played out, and turned out, so i will not be giving anything away. Sepp Kuss was putting time into the nearest chaser to him, Richard Carapaz, enough that i could say, it's looking good. He still had a lead after his first crash, though the handful of seconds comprising that lead were looking a lot more tenuous. Then came crash number two, and i know for a fact that i was not the only one to yell out at his misfortune; the person on the other end of the couch was even more emphatic in her expression of dismay.  Good thing that wall was there (and the net, though it wasn't needed). Carapaz (who, by the way, also put in a great effort) came flying by, probably as surprised as everyone watching. and it was over.  None-the-less, that was one heck of an effort by the last American to win a stage in the TdF, but oh, what might have been.

Chapeau, monsieur Kuss! Glad you are okay!