They call the individual time trial the race of truth, and with good reason. Sure,the weather can throw a curve-ball into the results sometimes but generally it's the strongest who wins. I used to hate time trials when I was young. I was always so scrawny and weak, and the wind would blow me every which way (and in the west coast of Scotland it is always windy). Fabian Cancellara I was not.
My champion of the day however is not any of the Tour professionals. Instead it is the young lad I saw riding up Holcombe Down Road out of Dawlish. It's a tough old climb, averaging around 10% I guess, with a very steep section over 20% at the top. Yet there he was, no older than 8 or 9 I reckon, decked out in his oversized HTC jersey battling gamely out of the saddle. Chapeau jeune fils, chapeau!