I was going to write a post about the medical system as I encountered it over the weekend: the negligence, the waste, the bureaucracy, the expense, the excellence.
Then I found this painting by someone whose signature looks something like "Cadel" (Evans, I presume).
There was nothing left to say.
I decided to share this clip from the 1974 Giro instead. Watch the descent from about 4:16 to 6:44. Reminds me of a Visconti film from the same era, maybe Death in Venice, though I guess that score was Mahler's fifth. And one other difference: I swear I can hear a kazoo.