was nowhere. How the hairy hell did Fabian do that? 3 mins into Boonen? Mental. Seriously looked like he just turned the motor on and drove away from the fastest men in the world. We had an afternoon at the Alma in Crystal Palace which had been turned into a mini Roubaix for the day. The representatives from the Flanders Commission were in the house with flags, beer and the works. There was londons first classic sportive and the race on two tvs. Brixton Cycles put up some prizes and it was pretty busy. 160+ riders. Great atmosphere. Shame I couldn't cycle (still haven't got a road bike after that knob knocked me off & totalled it) but the arm needed a rest anyway.
The moto was a fair substitute. Talking of which - sticker collections seem to sit in drawers our house, till now.