Going 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.
Call of the Cols
Meandering across l’Hexagone, the Tour is quintessentially French, taking in the full gamut of Gallic landscapes. But for most of us, the mountains are what matters. With the Tourmalet in the rear view mirror, this instalment of the digital Doppio takes a look at the remaining summit finishes on this year’s Tour.