Everbody forgets and you can always fuck Jans Kurt be he will never go away. I like to think Ludo was promise wrapped in a can of Spam. This man was anyone. Or like seven time never winner of tour de France had his ghost writer say, he is the next Tour champ laying on the couch.
Thing to recall is the nostalgia is what we ride on. The world is already over and nothing will survive. If you think too deeply about your sock height you will be infirmed. Not even your children are going to survive. Or maybe they will reside in white tents bordered by chain link. And Ludo ? shredded. He rolled hairnet across cobbles on 23c. He was Belgian champ. They recon with the Dutch who are far more obstinate.
i wrote this to remind us that we all must try. It was only last year that Ludo died doing what he loved. I am reminded of the truth that we have influence over our fate. When we put forth work for our own compass, we are in truth. Come what may. In memoriam of Ludo. In my own recall. You must rise, do work, and choose. And from whence you shall make.