In a world increasingly covered and smothered in plastic and soft edges, by safety warnings and government decrees, here is a metaphor for life itself, stripped down, bare and raw, dangerous in its intensity, violent in its nature, violent in its beauty.
High speed chases, blood, beer, sweat, frites, some tears, massive smiles, all topped with a dollop or mayo. Perfect!
It’s finally here, one of the greatest races that pro cycling has to offer! Slightly excited…
Van Der Poel & Van Aert: an 18 year cycling rivalry, and counting.
Watching Kuurne-Brussel-Kuurne on my ‘new’ telly (borrowed off one of my girlfriend’s relatives ‘for a…