Racing through the streets of my youth

The Ronde van Drenthe: I’ve never ridden this course over familiar ground. Saturday will be the first time. Once the race starts, we’ll be rushing through Oosterhesselen at about 12:20 pm. If I look left over the flat land, I’ll already be able to see the church tower of Sleen in the distance. We used […]

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Pray like herrings in a barrel

It’s 3:30 a.m., I’m in the bus between Tel Aviv and Tiberias, and I really need to share with you what crazy things an air hostess has to go through while bringing a team of female cyclists to their training camp location. The waiting area at Luik airport was packed. It had snowed so heavily […]

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Everyone’s dad

I hardly ever saw such a small man on a bike. If I ride next to him, I feel like a giantess. You would think he’s one of the many professionals here in Girona, because of his beautiful style. Until you look him in his face. Then you see the days of his professional career […]

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Wet mullet

Finally my hair is long enough to have a ponytail again. A decent ponytail, a ponytail that deserves that name – instead of some hairs pulled together, playing hide and seek in a ponytail holder. I used to have one of these snappy, short and fashionable hairdos which looked stunning on me, that is, in […]

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It all starts and ends with Lance Armstrong

He is everywhere around here. His ghost is haunting the city and the lands surrounding it. Not because of the doping news or because of his oncoming interview with Oprah. It’s not about that at all. “Look, this is the apartment where he used to live. Three hundred square meters and extremely luxurious!” “At the […]

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