@Harminator just submitted this little gem of a tale. It is too timely not to share with Paris-Roubaix looming.
VLVV, Gianni
I imagine that some people who decide to fly 17000kms to watch a bike race might plan every little thing down to the finest detail. We didn’t. We believe in the maxim that the best adventures are planned on the back of an envelope. All we had was a vision of standing drunk beside an ancient cobbled farm track as the cream of cycling’s hardmen suffered past in clouds of dust and pulverized cow manure. How that might eventuate was clearly filed under “fuck knows”.
And on the Seventh Day our approach was vindicated. Despite several campervan near-misses, we made it to the austere town of Orchies. But finding the town does not equate to finding the obscure cobbled farm track and our pidgin French was only un petit-peu helpful. It was then that the powerful tradition of Paris-Roubaix came to our aid – in the form of the pig. Two pigs actually. About 5 meters tall, dressed like farm folk and being wheeled through the streets. For a moment we stood there perplexed until it dawned on me that on That Sunday, in that town there could be only one explanation.
“Follow the Pigs!” I half shouted. And we did. And yea! They did lead us to the cobbles of Orchies. And the beer tent. And the frites. All hail the pigs!
And a couple of hours later I was standing drunk beside an ancient cobbled farm track when Turgot and Tommeke and JVS powered past in a cloud of dust and pulverized cow manure: Past the giant pigs standing sentinel to the cobbles of Orchies: Past two heaving lines of temporary maniacs swept up in a bona fide celebration of cycling. In that moment I became a true follower.
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Thanx for sharing this. Making note on a napkin to only allow plans on the back of an envelope -- seriously.
And here I thought this was going to be about those of us riding Hampstens....
Awesome tale. I may have to follow the pigs to the pig farm tomorrow.
Freakin' awesome story. Only something that tastes as good as a pig could provide such guidance in a time of need. (re: tasting good, not those ones of course).
@teleguy57 titanium, gruppo, cables perfectly framing the head badge, proper depth of field, - gorgeous bike photo marred only by the handlebar dingleberry - the black on your left/belgian bar tape wrap needs some attention. Germany looks fine.
And now I have an odd craving for bacon. Not that there's anything odd about craving bacon.
@teleguy57
That would be following the boar, n'est pas?
Let's not start a boar war....
Beautiful succinct article.
@DeKerr
It was fixed after this photo; first rev of build and I was eager to get it out to tune my position. I LOVE THIS BIKE!
mmmmm, bacon. There is a Nueske company store about 90 minutes north of here in a little town named Wittenberg where they have they started and still run the company. They have a case in the back room with bacon "seconds," what is second about it I've yet to figure out. Five pound packages for $22!!!
@frank
Peut-etre; I think Steve and Andy would phrase it as "chasing the cinghiale."
@teleguy57 Cinghiale is so fucking delicious.
And check out that clearance.