Let us pray:
O Coppi, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name
The Giro done, thy Tour be won
On Sestrière as it was in ’49 and ’52.
Give us this day our steel Bianchi
And forgive us our carbon fiber
As we forgive those who cause us rust
And lead us not into temptation
But deliver us from aluminium
For thine is the true frame
Which gives us power
And the glory for ever and ever.