Now THIS is a crazy story! I was in Northern Europe last week for the spring classics as a cyclo-tourist (plus a
@ridecannondale +
@llbean project — stay tuned). It was a reunion, having raced Flanders and Roubaix four times each, but always there as a racer, never able to take it all in. In an age before knowing every inch of the course like the back of your hand, my first time seeing the hallowed Arenburg Forest was 2012 at 60kph in the heat of race. Still front group going into Arenberg, I exited in one piece, but not front group. A dozen of us in a similar position grouped up and we were riding to the finish line, full of chaotic Roubaix race stories. I wrote a blog about it days after back in 2012 and the link is in my profile if that’s of any interest.
The real story starts there. As my groupetto and I counted down the kilometers to the velodrome, one particular cobble disagreed with me and flatted. I rode on the flat for a while, then waited on the side of the road for a while more, and for whatever reason no follow vehicle ever arrived. Five hours into the race and unsure what else to do, I called out to the fans, there in whatever town I was in lining the side of the road, “Does anyone speak English? Can anyone drive me to Roubaix?” A friendly Belgian family consisting of three generations — son, father, grandfather — were taking in Easter Sunday as race fans with a thermos of coffee and chocolate in the car. We hopped in, exchanged stories, they saved my day, and dropped me in Roubaix. I wish I got their names or snapped a photo then, but missed that opportunity. I thanked them profusely and we went our separate ways.
So there I was last week, walking off the Carrefour de l’Arbre in the herds of thousands doing the same, soon after Tadej and Wout had just stormed by towards Roubaix. Nearby, someone inquisitively said, “Ted King?”
I kid you not, it was
@giannipaelinck , the son from that memorable day across northern France 14 years ago. He was there with his dad (grandpa is still alive, but didn’t make the trip) and we exchanged eager hellos and snapped this picture.
Everyone who makes it Roubaix has a story and that’s mine.
#llbeanambassador