Strade Bianche is rapidly growing into one of my favorite races of the jaar. And as corny as this is gonna sound, it’s like a breath of fresh spring air. I love the classics, but the epic Belgian weather of epicness doesn’t always match the spring I experience here in the mid-Atlantic. The beautiful Tuscan back country is beautiful. Throw in some gravel, some hills, then that fuggin’ finish in Siena—CLASSIC.
Alright, LET’S GIF IT ON!!
Strade Bianche 2014—Crushed Dreams Served Hot & Fresh
Very sweep. Such picturesque.
Apparently riding gravel on regular road bikes is hard. If only there was a terrain/event specific bicycle that could handle this challenge.
Ciao! You take bottle from Cipo? No? NO?! TAKE THE F**KING BOTTLE, KID!!
BEHOLD THE MULLET OF POWER.
HI, MY NAME IS PETER AND I WILL BE ATTACKING YOU TODAY.
Oh hey bro. You wanna go win a bike race? Michal Kwiatkowski closing gaaps.
Even when Sagan’s pedaling squares he’s better than the rest of the field. Starting with third, of course.
Golf claps voor suffering.
Valverde, the UCI’s favorite thorn in their side, makes voor the attacking.
Valverde’s totally rolling her… oh hey bro.
‘DAT SIENA FINISH THO (HTRWW™)
Sagan looks back, checking the screen graphic to make sure his inevitable second place is secure.
Almost all leader’s bibs in this inseguitori. Very class.
This isn’t too ba—WAIT, SUCH STEEP!!
Wait for it… Waaait for it…
Sagan Froomes his stem so he doesn’t have to see any blood.
Camera’s all, “Sagan responds to the atta… Wait, go with Michal!!”
Seriously though, this attack—so awesome. Kwiatkowski serves a steaming plate of crushed dreams to a quickly distanced Sagan.
First of many looks back from Michal, but the view never changes—no one’s there. Decisive moment is decisive.
Overwinnings voor Michal Kwiatkowski.
Donut worry Peter, you are still a badass.