I watched it on Sunday. I couldn’t sit still. I danced, I jumped, I shouted.
It is among the greatest sporting events known to mankind: Paris-Roubaix. You all have had plenty of time to read the full run-down at countless other websites that profess to be purveyors of “news.” We’re more in the line of “bitter commentary.” If the shoe fits, wear it.
Some very good pics here: cyclingnews.com/races/108th-paris-roubaix/photos.
He rode into the velodrome alone, as a champion should. The only word that comes to my mind at the moment is “impressive.” But that lacks enough punch to really properly describe was transpired. He completely owned it. He went when he felt the moment was right, he went all in, and he stuck it.
God damn, that was some great racing. Even my parents watched it on t.v. They thought it was great stuff.
And, to make up for the time I spent watching that instead of hitting the books, I was up till 1:30 am. The work is still there, it doesn’t go away. The books, they wait for me. Last night was better, but not by much. Tonight is as tonight does.
The river keeps on flowing.
I can’t wait for this semester to end. Someone told me once, oh, you’ll have time to ride your second year. Well, I don’t. I have zero time for the bike. It pretty much goes; 1) family, 2) school, and only then 3) bike.
I cannot wait to get fit again. (Bring on the comments of “you were never fit!”) Next year will be different. I will be taking two courses over the summer to soften the load for next fall. I very much look forward to getting some sun on these arms and some miles in these legs.
The bikes, they wait for me too.
And the river keeps on flowing.by