#spring classic

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Typical super aero position from the Gipsy! 

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This boat (SE-61) came into the turn a little hot, caught a rail and went over. Driver was ok.

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Edouard training for the 1970 Paris-Roubaix (source)

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Back in 2002, a young gun from Belgium, wears the US Postal jersey and seems to be impressed by the crowd, but the 21 years old Tommeke will eventually finish third in Roubaix! (source)

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“Escaped since km 40, englishman Tom Simpson glimpses victory. Less than 5 kilometers to go, in the sad surburbs of Roubaix, right just before being the victim of a unbridled finish, he gets caught by a pursuers duo (italian Pino Cerami and and french Tino Sabbadini) and then a small pack, only allowing him a small 9th place. The crumbs after previewed the feast” Translated from french here and more info about this edition here

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Highlights from the first ever Spring Classic event at Laguna Seca!

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Beautiful Spring Classics prints by Neil Stevens.

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Stormy Sunday Getting In The Hell Groove 31 July 2016 My Sunday ride date is cancelled due to foul weather. The storm front that was supposed to arrive yesterday morning came today. In a clear example of don’t put off until tomorrow what you can do today, I should have put in a little ride while it was sunny on Saturday. But my arms were so sore from Thursday’s workout - couldn’t even straighten the left one - I thought I’d rest and leave it for my Sunday date.

However, as of now I am training for THIS event, our local Spring Classic, Hell of the North. I shall be hopping on the air trainer and belting out some intervals as soon as I’ve posted!

I am registering for the 95km event. I have done it before and it was tough - I was dropped by the entire peloton on the first climb out of town. That was three years ago and entrants were mainly men, but the few women left me for toast too (although I did pass quite a few people later on).

I got two punctures at the final 10km (the downhill back to town!) and had to wait a long time before anyone was gallant enough to actually stop and offer me a tube. The faster long distance men were coming through by then: “Are you okay?” Woosh! “Are you okay?” Woosh! “Are you okay?” Woosh! Why even yell out if you have no intention of stopping? Eventually a gentleman in my category stopped and helped me out with a tube and cannister before my hubby came by and I jumped on his wheel into town. My saviour declined the wheel as he was too blown to hang on. SO! I have everything to improve this year!