Here comes sickness.
Can you feel that? That itchy, twitchy feeling… that’s anticipation, it’s expectation, it’s Belgian fucking racing fever! You know you’ve got it, and you can’t fight it, you don’t want to fight it, you need it bad because it’s been way too long. Some may call it Spring Fever, Cobblebone, or Kassientitis. It manifests itself deep in the bones, chilling your very core, while simultaneously warming your heart. This is the best time of the racing season, and it’s affecting me more than ever, because I won’t be attending the clinic this year. And that makes me sick.
While the VSP doesn’t kick off until some 300k Italian sprint bores us to death in a couple of weeks, we all know that the real start to the season is this weekend on the bergen of Flanders, and we want the worst possible weather for it. As we bathe in sunshine in the bottom half of the planet, those of us inflicted with the sickness really long to be wrapped in our Flandrien Best and getting dumped on by cold rain and icy crosswinds on some shit-covered road, just waiting to get to the next sector of stones, the next steep and slippery climb, where once on it you curse with all your deep-seated hatred until it is crested, and a strange sense of joy briefly appears, not giving itself up fully until the first Malteni is opened hours later. It’s the medicine that doesn’t cure anything except a lack of Flahute in the system, and that’s just how we like it.
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Nice weekend weather here, perfect for cycling and race viewing.
As for -itis. Had my first stomach bug in many, many years last week. - = 12 hours of vomiting, including not even being able to keep water down. + = a nice way to get Spring fit is to not eat for three days!
Enjoy the weekend, everyone!
I'm giddy and glad I've restarted my Eurosport subscription. Ideal entertainment whilst learning about the innards of Power Torque in the practical manner
How funny Brett, that I get back from ride no.1 today on the renewed Merckx. I was semi-beaten a bit from just teasing my legs again and keeping everything together. My seat pin slipped 3mm. Corrected it. Rode out of the saddle as much *as I could stand* to keep that issue together. Made it back. Maiden voyage success. So pull off the kit. Knee warmers were glued to my thigh using *model body glue* to keep them immovable In all this scenario it is the body glue itself that is out of place. Then I sit at the desk to read *SHIT GETS REAL* at the most perfectly timed point in my return to cycling (again). No more body glue.
HELL YES!!! Man, I cannot FUCKING wait!!!
Praying for the second coming of Tommeke!!!
By the way Brett, are you sure that Billy Mays did not ghost write this article???
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dh_2r06Ahs0
Fuckity Fuck I am Fully whipped up. Even though there's zero chance of rain in Flanders
The title hits home for me as I realise I have more excuses than fitness, and it's not long until I'll be out there for G-W and RVV, cursing my starter pistols, wishing I'd done more over the winter.
Woop woop! Let's fucking GO!
Shall I tell you the weather? You're not going to like it...
Altered course for Milano-San Remo this year, should provide for some more thrills. Definitely doesn't favor the sprinters...
Cue the music: "It's the most wonderful time of the year..."