being pretty fucking far away from home, this man for a second wondered if it was sick not to miss his family.
after a while going fast on the cobblestones, he got this strange feeling of being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
you see him in your nightmares. you see him in your dreams. he'll appear out of nowhere, but he aint what he seems.
at a bar close to the departure area in maastricht, these guys were already celebrating around 8 o'clock in the morning. 'will we be on the cover?' they asked me. 'yes' i replied, shooting a few pics. the men at the bar were very curious, asking a lot of questions. it made me think about who of us were the visitors in this zoo?
who are the watchers - and who are being watched?
considering the question 'is this worth it?' he swallowed around 235 ml. of lukewarm water. 'nice tattoo' some ass said while passing.
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words of weirdness to most. words of motion to the railthin few. saxo bank bikes in the morning sun, before the start of amstel gold race 2009.
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heres one from the private sector - my 5 year old son going fast on his richard virenque peugeot. testing his new ck aarhus jersey and bibs.
arenberg, a huge crash gives the riders who were forgotten by the peloton a chance to catch up again. the cars stand still, a lot of yelling, honkin' horns and the sound of the chopper in the sky.
the crowd gives it up for tom boonen as he crosses a line at the velodrome in roubaix.
young girl in a nice skirt and pink shirt waiting for tom boonen to be the first to penetrate the velodrome of roubaix - PRS_RBX 2009. after a while in front of the mirror, she rode the bike in great expectation.
the hard sound of young and inexperienced riders changing their campagnolo gears. clonk. clonk. spoink. klak!
these riders are the human slipstream of the peloton. train. long. suffering. train long suffering. dragging themselves and their enemies up to the summit. liège-bastogne-liège 2009.
goes fast around the corner. Liège-Bastogne-Liége 2009.
'Be careful' she whispered nervously in his ear. He didn't hear her. He didn't even listen.
while the riders of vacansoleil eat breakfast, the soigneurs and mechanics do what they do best. Optimize, check again and again, grease, steel and carbon.
After the Paris-Roubaix most of the bikes will never be used again. Pavé. Pavé.