looking forward to hit the ventoux again in approx. 3 weeks.
the great ventoux. it rips out lungs of the unprepared. it tears up the mind of young riders. its a long drag of no mercy.
mercy. mercy. mercy.
being pushed around by colleagues, i realised that the legs of a worn out rider are far more interesting than arms raised with some bowl of silver or what ever.
'tighten up your legs fränk' i yelled.
'tight'em up real good man!' i insisted.
he didnt even look at me.
the muscles on his thighs though - they grew a little and you could see his veins move to the beat of his heart.
at the team hotel - south of the galibier - 2 men were fixing bikes and skodas for the next days race.
i dont know why. but some of the riders in the peloton talk a lot. about playstation and women.
some times you just feel like turning your body inside out. 'really - going up ventoux was the worst thing i ever tried' he later told me. that was after a big hug and a nice massage. i didnt believe him.
abuse is often seen in the peloton. certainly abuse of legs applies easily. especially on a thursday in june.
nervous and excited at the same time. young astana rider. and me. at the same time.
the night before the riders arrive. it almost seemed like the infernal roads going up to the sommet of galibier were waiting for the riders. in silence. but very conscious about the land of pain the riders were about to explore the next day.
'the mountains of provence are beuatiful' the mother of his firstborn child told him, when he phoned her before the depart in valence.
big boonen before the start of etape 5 of le dauphiné 2009.
dauphiné libéré 2009. the top of mont ventoux. riders exposed to severe damage. 'this is just the beginning' i told him and he thought of col d'izoard and the struggles of the next two days. 'i will be there too!' i replied, when he told to me go to hell.
the velodrome of ck aarhus - riders leaving after racing one night in june 2009.
diquigiovanni rider blowing his nose a steep place outside maastricht.
amstel gold race 2009, sastre, rebellin etc.
when you arrive hastingly in ans, the suburb of liège, where the liège-bastogne-liège finish line is located, you realize that you are in belfast. here some young women with rushing blood, run to salute baby brother schleck.
all this talk about good legs. some days you have and off course - some days you dont. realising that some russian guy had the best leggies today, cunego longs only for a kiss or two by some young girl. dont get carried away he said, but i was only listening to the shutter in my canon.
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.
Breschel, Saxo Bank jokes with Tom Boonen about the struggle of Arenberg. 2 min. before the start of Paris-Roubaix 2009.
Later, the jokes silenced and it became bloody serious. Tom Boonen #1. Breschel #10.
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Liège-Bastogne-Liège 2009