Pogacar: Smell that? You smell that?
Jonas: What?
Pogacar: Ketones, son. Nothing else in the world smells like that. I love the smell of ketones in the morning. You know, one time we had a mountain stage, for 6 hours. When it was all over, I rode up. We didn't find one of 'em, not one stinkin' Vismoid body. The smell, you know that sweet Ketone smell? The whole mountain. Smelled like... victory. Someday this Tour's gonna end.