No one can be happy about Sunday’s weather forecast (except for 95% of the riders and support staff). I am not. Now every Norwegian non-cobble riding specialists has a chance of winning this. I was hoping for day that would separate the Rule #9 riders from everybody else. Bah!
We can take some comfort in knowing our Keepers Tour brothers will be at three different cobbled secteurs, hydrating and yelling with the the locals. Keep an eye out for the V-flag.
There is not much to say about Paris-Roubaix that has not been said. It is the race of the season.
Consult your god. Go with your heart or your head on this. Enter your choices, prepare your frites deep-fryer, the beer selection, assure your family that drinking and swearing on a Sunday morning is part of your religion.
The VSP page has the details and in case anyone forgot, the end of the season could get you here:
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When Wiggo focuses, he usually achieves his goal. I cannot ignore him in his last UCI race. Focus and hunger will be off the charts. Van Avermaet will be alone in hot pursuit and King Kristoff will win a reduced sprint for third
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What the Merckx? I hit "tab" to change fields an the V-9000 posts my two picks?
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C'mon Wiggo!!
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@Chris
I love me a nice Eccles cake. Mmmmmmm . . . Man , that word just conjures up all kinds of nostalgic 1930s club ride boys-own style imagery - the touring bikes with mudguards and saddlebags, the hedge-lined country roads, the wee cafe selling eccles cakes to be washed down with big mugs of hot tea. Then it rains on the way home and you put on your tent-like plastic cape and get a puncture. Then you wake up.