If the only kind of wind they have in Belgium is a headwind, then the only kind of flats they have in Northern France are false. In Vlaanderen, they specialize in a delectable combination of the two. (Everything that isn’t a windy false flat, it appears, is a windy cobbled climb.)
The most obvious way to get your head kicked in on a bike is to point your bike down a road bespeckled with loads of climbing. It doesn’t matter what sorts of hills or mountains you’ve got at your disposal; the Commutative Property of Climbing states that big climbs and little climbs will jack you up equally so long as you do the same amount of climbing. But a long grind into the wind on a dead-straight false flat might be the most mentally agonizing kind of riding you will ever do.
The riding we do on Keepers Tour generally revolves around the iconic roads in the region, but to focus on those portions alone is like evaluating an individual’s life via their photo albums; some of the most amazing moments are experienced in the margins where no one is looking for them.
The rides we set upon were long days in the saddle, often leaving from the gite and requiring some time to arrive at the spectacle of cobbles or climbs; 20km to the Trouée l’Arenberg or 30km back from the Carrefour de l’Abre, for instance. For me, the rides back are what stand out the most; the group is weary but excited from having ridden some of the most amazing and difficult roads our Sport knows, and the late afternoon winds are blowing swiftly across the landscape. Talk is sparse as our legs are heavy with fatigue and we are each of us confronting the familiar barriers our minds and bodies lay before us at times such as these.
These moments when the body and mind want to give in but something intangible drives us on are my most cherished moments of Cycling in general and Keepers Tour in particular. These are moments when each rider is riding on the strength of those around them. The Laws of Physics tell us that it is impossible to make something from nothing, that the only energy we get out of the system is that which was fed into it.
The Laws of Physics obviously don’t apply to Cyclists.
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@KogaLover
Much better. The maths were never my strong suit.
Love the lead picture. Looks like every morsel of food and conversation has gone and all that's left is solitary suffering.
Its great how the for-shit conditions make for the epic rides, though that fact is little appreciated when in the midst of it.
And I'm sure no one was wearing those compression garment thingies later.
@KogaLover
Assuming n here represents the number of riders in the group and #10 being Rule #10, wouldn't it be
V = (Rule VV)^(r+1)
I love this by the way.
@wiscot
Possibly my favorite photo I've taken of a Cyclist. Over the shoulder while riding, no less.
Mickey's face says it all, and the gray skies set the mood. But @Rigid and @Harminator round it out perfectly; they are in opposite cadence and both obviously wrestling with their machines. The gap is there but they will claw it back, side by side.
@Ccos
Yes, but one person was wearing toe cozies.
@DeKerr
This is absolutely spot on. Strong work, Pedalwan.
@Chris
I love that feeling. My training was waaaaaay behind before KT and mostly every day of the trip was just good solid base training, sitting on the front in the wind and tapping out a tempo. That's what my legs felt like every afternoon, so good.
@unversio
If I did, it was by accident. Fucking Rush.
@Erik
Fixed your post.
@frank
And even better it was early Neil Peart, Rush -- 2112