Perfect weather, friendly relaxed people, atmosphere galore, fantastic race viewing, delicious food and drink.
Thanks to everyone who has inquired about my travels and wished me well. I wish each of you had been there with me yesterday, in my heart you surely were, but traveling alone to these races is completely worth it to make the dream come true. In fact I met another English gentlemen at breakfast this morning who was doing the exact same thing I was here to do. His friend had cancelled last minute, "I decided to come anyway," he said. After watching the race for years at home on TV, he too had wanted to come in person to be a fan. He then told me, "I can't believe I never came before, it is so easy, next time I'll fly over and come for the weekend."
After starting in Bruges, I felt as if I had watched 4 races by the end of the day. It was thrilling to hear the sound of the bikes rattling across the cobbles and to see the expressions on the rider's faces as they passed. Especially on the last lap as Boonen came by looking strong, while so many other rider's faces were grimaced with pain. After the race the crowd moved in mass toward the large screen TV in the center of the farm field. At the edges stood the friets stands and beer stands which had fueled the fans throughout the day. There I watched the final kilometers of the race with 100s of Belgians as Tom Boonen won the sprint. A huge cheer filled the air with arms raised in a magical moment in Belgium. The sound and atmosphere sent chills up my spin.
|Tom Boonen before the Tour of Flanders start ©Photo by PedalDancer.com|
|Look it's Tom Boonen on the Kwaremont ©Photo by PedalDancer.com|
|©Photo by PedalDancer.com|