On Sunday we’ll once again wave hello to the Old Lady of the calendar, now back in her usual springtime slot. The frustrating thing about Liege is that it promises so much but can fail to deliver any big moments. I’ve heard riders comment on how hard the race is, far harder than its meagre
The Ronde market can be divided into the shiny exciting prospects (Wout van Aert, Matthieu van der Poel, Mads Pedersen, Tom Pidcock) and the hardened faces of many a spring classic (Peter Sagan, Zdenek Stybar, Yves Lampaert, Greg van Avermaet, Oliver Naesen). You can add to the mix two superstars who haven’t traditionally marked Flanders
I’ll keep this short. There’s 300km of tarmac on the route from Milan to the famous Via Roma, and just two key bumps totalling less then 10km of climbing. There are two enormous race favourites, with just three Sanremo appearances between them. Wout van Aert and Mathieu van der Poel are the best one-day racers
Even the most cursory of scrolls through social media last month would have revealed the tale of Redditors vs. Hedge Funds, and likely sparked a previously undiscovered curiosity in the stock market. Should we all be trading stocks? If so, which ones? And when? And why? Luckily, the world of pro cycling is a far
Barring a wild and unforeseen shift in the atmosphere, Omloop Her Nieuwsblad is going to be beautifully miserable. Mud and rain are common for European races in February, but this year the temperature will be a few notches cooler than the norm. Cobbled sections in icy wind and diagonal rain sounds like hell to the
Andalucia, the Algarve, the Alps, Dubai… and next up Belgium. Here are some more questions, which (hopefully) cover what we’ve all been thinking this week. Why is sprinting so exciting right now? In the last two seasons, pro cycling’s young sprinters scrambled for big victories and collectively delivered a knockout blow to the aging generation.
When Ramunas Navardauskas took bronze in Richmond he became the first rider from Lithuania to medal at the cycling World Championships. He wore a shocked smile on the podium, suppressed slightly by a curiosity for how he had achieved the result. It was, by all accounts, a medal to celebrate. The same cannot be said
This picture is from 1934 and the well-versed will recognise the hunched figure as Rene Vietto. It’s not his face that reveals his identity, but the picture in its entirety. Vietto is the “the wall guy”. A darling of French cycling and an early influence on the code of the domestique. Vietto was responsible for