I’m not sure where to begin. The past week has been one for the books. No, I didn’t win the lottery, didn’t notch any bike race wins, didn’t even meet any crazy movie stars. I did however get to sink my teeth into a race I’ve been admiring and looking to since I knew bike racing existed, that being Paris-Roubaix.
It was big for our team to get an invite to such a prestigious race, and it was then equally exciting when I got the word that I was on the teams roster for the race. As always, I don’t think you can fully appreciate a race or happening without experiencing it first hand and looking back at the past week, I can’t say how much that applied to my experience at P-R.
Yea, its a long race at 260km. yea, its a brutal one with 60km of gnarly cobblestones (let me add that these are not normal cobble stones, but especially jaw rattling, crash causing, tire blowing cobbles which in my experience are found nowhere else in the world). P-R also has a world class field, but I can’t put into words out all of these pieces fit together to create an incredible race. Such high stress, energy and tension within the pack. Even greater energy lining the sides of the roads. Thousands of fans, unlike anything I’ve seen before, and crashes, crashes, crashes, everywhere. I was caught up in 3 of them, but only had some lost time and a bent chainring to show. Normally, 3 crashes in one race would be terrible luck, but I learned that Roubaix is not a normal race in this respect. We had 2 teammates sacrifice their bikes, another a wheel, another double flat, another injure his hand and another finish the race with a concussion after an eager fan stuck a flag poll through his front wheel! So all things considered, my ride went fairly well and next time I get a shot at doing the race I’ll start that much further up on the learning curve.
its a shame the early kms of the race don’t receive more coverage as they were by no means uneventful. Of course the part of the race with the biggest amplitude of insanity and chaos was the forest of arenberg, closely followed by the Carrefour de l’Abre. Rolling into the velodrome was also a big moment. It was a great feeling to have made it through the previous 260km of chaos and be arriving on the drome. My first time ever riding on one!!
ok, enough talking. some pics…