paris roubaix. it’s a myth that the finish line is in the velodrome. the true goal for the riders is a hundred metres away in a run down, nondescript concrete building.
fail to survive the selections, make it into the crucial breaks or suffer a puncture at an inopportune moment and the reward for 260km of hell will be a cold shower and a muddy cubicle. there is only enough hot water for the earliest of finishers.