Spring fever: you can almost touch it. It’s a buzz, a vibration anticipated by the premature licks of sunshine which hit Belgium’s cobbles in anticipation of what’s next. It’s a raring, daring feeling, a force that shifts cycling’s needle to the first of its three GrandTours. The Giro d’Italia: a race embodied by the vibrant maglia rosa worn by its leader, whose vitality and vigour capture the moods of the temperamental Italian spring, and which are woven into the spirit of Rouleur 143.