![]() I bought books, I got a Eurosport subscription, and I sat for hours across a series of Sunday afternoons in March and April – after a bike ride with dad – trying to figure out what was going on and wondering when I would start to get excited about it all. Somewhere in my earliest forays into the sport, however, I got the sense that these were the races that ‘proper’ cycling fans lived for and duly began to pay attention. The Classics do not feature on his radar, Paris Roubaix means little or nothing to him and he’s more likely to associate Flanders with WWI than the peloton.Īs such, given that I first developed an interest in the sport through him, the Classics meant almost nothing to me, either. My dad glues himself to the race every year whilst happily ignoring the rest of the pro cycling calendar entirely. Like countless others before me, my introduction to cycling was through the Tour de France. Heading out the door? Read this article on the new Outside+ app available now on iOS devices for members! ![]()
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