Yeah, this is how we roll at my house for Paris Roubaix. We’ve got some bleu cheese moule-frites with mayo (of course, you think we’re using ketchup? WTF?), and a few bottles of well chilled Chimay White. I’ve got to say, I stepped up to the plate this weekend. Last weekend, it was just frites and beer, which, let’s face it, is pretty fucking good. Add in the moules, and we’re off to the races.
I hope all you enjoyed watching Boonen smack around Pozzato at the end of the race today, I know that I did. Sure, he does coke. Sure he’s sleeping with a 17 or 18 year old, but you’ve got to like his riding style. I’m willing to bet that next year, we’ll see De Vlaeminck starting to get nervous, that he may be usurped as being “Mr. Paris Roubaix”, I mean, of course, he never will, but sure as shit, he’ll be out talking shit. This is why I love this guy. He’s still not afraid to talk some smack about these “new” riders, who are coddled and are soft. Thing is, Boonen wins PR next year, making 4 (or in some other year in the near future), he’ll eclipse De Vlaeminck very shortly thereafter, or if not soon thereafter, at some point in his career for certain. I mean, Boonen is a machine. You can’t deny it. His career, far from over, and I do believe he’ll go down in the history of the sport as the most pre-eminent classics rider ever. Only time will tell though, only time will tell.by