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After departing the city limits of Siena, the women's field began their kilometer trek through the Tuscan countryside. Includes free shipping. Hurry, ends Sept. In this article Jamie Jowett looks back at some of the defining moments in Giro history, some recent, some not so recent. Coppi was a giant of cycling who exhibited panache and coolness while dominating the peloton in the process. Coppi was the first to win a stage over the then unpaved Stelvio and, fittingly, the highest stage each year is now named after him: the Cima Coppi. The huge 17th stage to Pinerolo was yet another monster at km, not to mention the five mountain passes, but this was where Coppi neatly folded up the Giro and put it in his pocket. In the rain on the slopes of the first climb, the Maddalena, Primo Volpi attacked and Coppi went with him. Coppi was more than six minutes clear by the summit, but Bartali was content to let him solo across the Vars and Izoard climbs, thinking he would catch him before the ski resort on Montgenevre. After the fourth and final climb, the Sestriere with an average gradient of 8. Coppi held onto the maglia rosa for the rest of the Giro, and would become the first man to win the Giro and Tour in the same year. Put simply, the weather started getting rough. Not long after starting, the riders stopped in a tunnel, protesting at having to race in the arctic conditions. Like the father of a toddler, the organisers gave the riders an evil-genius ultimatum — the hotels for that night were at the end of the stage, the only way to get there was to ride, and the first over the line would get their pick of the hotels. Hampsten set off in short sleeves and a sweet pair of yellow Oakley Factory Pilots, but without a jacket, warm hat, gloves or shoe covers. Thankfully, director sportif Mike Neel made a quick detour to a ski shop nearby to buy some warmer gear but most other teams were unprepared. During the climb, Hampsten was handed a pair of neoprene diving gloves, a neck-warmer and a woollen beanie as the snowfall got worse. As my mate Fridgey likes to say, it was all gruppo compacto early on. Together up the climbs of the Aprica and part of the Tonale, the bunch began to stretch out on the left turn up the south face of the Gavia pass. Back in the peloton, things were a mess, as Alan Peiper says, with riders stopping to drink grappa just to stay warm. Impressively, Johan Van der Velde took the chance to break away from leaders Breukink and Hampsten, with the two Italians Chioccioli and Giovanetti about 40 seconds behind. Although he was first over the Gavia, Van der Velde stepped off his bike as ice built up on his rims making braking impossible. He proceeded to lose 47 minutes that day, as he waited for warm clothes from the team car and then walked the dangerous sections of the descent. Despite being in the Maglia Rosa, Franco Chioccoli was not the protected rider at Del Tongo, and on the Gavia his team car dropped back to look after Flavio Giupponi instead. Chioccoli was left shivering and bitter. Broken by the extreme weather and being abandoned by his team, his Giro was as good as over. Roll was later taken to hospital with hypothermia. Shoving a La Gazzetta newspaper inside his jersey, Hampsten was now in the lead and heading down the steep and technical descent, with numb hands on black ice, to the finish at Bornio. Not far behind, but unable to see him in the sleet and snow, Breukink chased but was forced to take both feet off the pedals at times on the descent. Breukink managed to catch Hampsten in the last few kilometres, while Hampsten hammered on, deciding to lose the battle to win the war. Breukink won easily, but Hampsten was now in the race lead. By stage 15 though, which ended with at the mountain-top at Oropa after km, Marco Pantani was laying in wait, ready to strike. At the base of the 10km main climb, Pantani unexpectedly slipped off the back of the main group and lost nearly 30 seconds. Pantani had jammed his chain and derailleur, but while his loyal Mercatore Uno-Bianchi teammates nervously soft-pedalled to wait and the race radio fizzed, Il Pirata got off, fixed the problem then calmly rode tempo to get back on. He caught Ivan Gotti first, around halfway up the climb, and began to stalk his targets more rapidly. By now the tifosi were apoplectic, swarming around him, a wall of noise and many helpful hands pushing him up the hill. Down in the drops in his unique but classic climbing style, the 57kg Italian rode upwards and seemingly into the sky. Pantani once said he liked to dispose of something on the climb before his real attack, as a mental trigger more than any weight differential. Usually, it was his bandana, which he now swept off his bald head before cutting a merciless swathe through the scattered riders. At the 3km-to-go mark, Jalabert was on his own and desperate. As Matt Rendell wrote, this moment arguably turned his life into one slow-motion car crash, ending in his sad demise four years later, bitter and alone in a hotel room, dead from acute cocaine poisoning. For his near-angelic climbing style and his mano-a-mano battles with Lance Armstrong, I may forgive Pantani somewhat for his doping, but I will never forgive him for popularising the bandana-under-the-helmet look. Sitting 2nd on GC under the wing of his super-gregario Vittorio Adorni, Merckx was content to let a break go early in the stage. When the group of 12 had a nine-minute gap though, he had to act. After a mechanical problem forced a change of bike, Merckx rode through the bad weather to try to catch the break, dragging Adorni with him, by now more for company than any real help. The rain turned to sleet, and Merckx was still behind the bunch as they started the climb of the Tre Cime di Lavaredo. In fact, Merckx was still nearly 9 minutes behind. Still in short sleeves but by now wearing a pair of heavy gloves, Merckx chased Gianni Motta and Felice Gimondi up the climb. Labouring over the bars, Merckx forced the mountain to submit. Merckx said years later that this was his best ever day in the mountains. He went on alone to win at the top of Tre Cime di Lavaredo by 40 seconds, his soigneurs throwing blankets over him as the snow swirled around. Motta was four minutes behind, a tearful Gimondi a further six minutes back. Nothing could overshadow the momentous coming of the great one, however, as the year-old Merckx won each of the GC, Points and KOM jerseys. Magni was no stranger to controversy. Off the bike, he was accused of being part of a fascist militia group involved in war crimes during WWII, in stark contrast to Bartali who had fought with the Resistance and secretly delivered anti-fascist newspapers while on his training rides. In the Giro, however, Magni broke his collarbone in a bad crash on stage The next day, in a mountain time trial, Magni bit on the inner tube to relieve his pain as much as to steer. Waking up in the ambulance on the way to hospital, Magni reportedly screamed at the driver to stop, then remounted his bike and rejoined a waiting peloton to finish the stage. It took another similar supreme effort to beat Magni. On stage 20, facing an overall deficit of 16 minutes, Charly Gaul won a legendary mountain stage across four climbs in the Dolomites, through snow and ice. Some 60 riders abandoned that day, but Fiorenzo Magni was not one of them. Stage 7 was meant to be a showpiece across the white gravel roads of Tuscany, but heavy rain turned the km stage into a muddy and treacherous battle. Photographers and fans alike were in ecstasy at the images from the Montepashci Strada Bianche stage, which undoubtedly rocketed interest in the one-day classic and the Montepaschi Eroica gran fondo. Immediately Linus Gerdemann attacked, quickly followed by Alexandre Vinokourov and Stefano Garzelli, ignoring tradition, but blowing the race apart. By now, they were onto the mud, riders were overcooking it constantly on corners and, on the slippery gravel, handling became crucial. Glasses were discarded in the milky brown mud, which was covering the jerseys of the riders making them hard to differentiate, but the group was soon back together. On the Poggio Civitella, Vino attacked and looked across to Evans, who happily traded surges to break the riders behind. Meanwhile, David Arroyo wheelsucked and generally hung on like an annoying little brother. His rainbow jersey no longer white, Evans led a four-man group to the finish in the historic town centre. Evans opened it up down the finish straight, crossing the line pointing to his rainbow stripes, perhaps realising he was the first world champion to win a Giro stage for over 20 years. Velo Road Road Culture. Video loading Keywords: Native Wilier.