Off They Go

Went over to Oudenaarde this AM, braving the brutal Brussels traffic with DA, to visit J. Page at his home. Oudenaarde was a great surprise, an especially beautiful mid-size town with an old central square and incredible old buildings. It also has the Tour of Flanders museum and my favorite thing, the Frank Vandenbroucke Supporters Club Bar. Okay, the guy won a bunch of huge races but we mainly know him as an unstable, drug cheat who threw most of his talent down the drain. Yeah, but he has a bar with his picture painted on the outside wall so that’s something. JP drove me over to the Koppenberg climb and while not long it is gnarly, steep and cobbled with round topped stones placed just far enough apart to eat your wheels. JP’s house was really sweet, he and Cori have spent a lot of time fixing it up and it’s the perfect contemporary Euro pad. He even showed his secret stash of Dugasts, but tell anybody. Trained it up to Brugges after lunch and it’s as nice a city as I remember. Quaint to within an inch of its life, but still vibrant and authentic. It snowed right near here, which is near the World’s course. How great would that be, snow on race day?

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