All roads would have the smoothest asphalt. Every switchback would bring to you the top of the hill. Rain would be confined to night. The Devil would have a special place for hotheaded drivers where they would be eternally stuck behind an infinite column of cars just like their own. In the end, your carbon fiber soul would be taken up to heaven drafting a team of angels consisting of the greatest Tour winners. And of course, there would be no flat tires!
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