mark-twightGoing to the Chapel We have been to Belgium and can confirm that the soul of bike racing is alive and well. We found it atop a ridge, being resuscitated by a crowd of people drinking beer underneath a giant crucifix, as deep, dark house music pumped out of a giant speaker only to be snatched by a cruel north wind and hurled over the sodden muddy fields below. The Work Behind the Trails We Love The
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