Tagesarchiv: 9. April 2010

Paris-Roubaix a.k.a Hell of the North


There is an interesting piece on Simon Lamb’s excellent site La Gazzetta della Bici on this classic race which happens this weekend.


A couple of highlights – one very moving to me (the 2nd one in case you wonder):

“It’s a bollocks, this race!” said de Rooij. “You’re working like an animal, you don’t have time to piss, you wet your pants. You’re riding in mud like this, you’re slipping … it’s a pile of shit.”

When then asked if he would start the race again, de Rooij replied:
“Sure, it’s the most beautiful race in the world!”



Hell of the North
The race usually leaves riders caked in mud and grit, from the cobbled roads and rutted tracks of northern France’s former coal-mining region. However, this is not how this race earned the name l’enfer du Nord, or Hell of the North. The term was used to describe the route of the race after World War I. Organisers and journalists set off from Paris in 1919 to see how much of the route had survived four years of shelling and trench warfare.Procycling reported:

They knew little of the permanent effects of the war. Nine million had died and France lost more than any. But, as elsewhere, news was scant. Who even knew if there was still a road to Roubaix? If Roubaix was still there? The car of organisers and journalists made its way along the route those first riders had gone. And at first all looked well. There was destruction and there was poverty and there was a strange shortage of men. But France had survived. But then, as they neared the north, the air began to reek of broken drains, raw sewage and the stench of rotting cattle. Trees which had begun to look forward to spring became instead blackened, ragged stumps, their twisted branches pushed to the sky like the crippled arms of a dying man. Everywhere was mud. Nobody knows who first described it as ‚hell‘, but there was no better word. And that’s how it appeared next day in the papers: that little party had seen ‚the hell of the north.‘

The words in L’Auto were:
We enter into the centre of the battlefield. There’s not a tree, everything is flattened! Not a square metre that has not been hurled upside down. There’s one shell hole after another. The only things that stand out in this churned earth are the crosses with their ribbons in blue, white and red. It is hell! ‚
“ This wasn’t a race. It was a pilgrimage. ”
Henri Pélissier, speaking of his 1919 victory.


Nowadays riders have special bikes for these Spring Classics. Who needs more than this??


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Sunday Ride — Route TBD

Jerome and I will be leaving my house (let’s call it the corner of Komazawa Dori and Kanpachi Dori) at 6:30AM.  We will pick up anyone who wants to join at Tamagawahara-bashi at 7:00AM.

The route thereafter is open to debate and depends somewhat on who joins, on the weather forecast (rain Sunday night … or starting before our return time in the afternoon?) and any individual time limitations.  But make no mistake, it is prime training season and we are hoping for a classic Positivo Espresso ride.

My vote is for Matsuhime (1250 elev) from the North side, then the gated-off Northern approach to O-Toge (1500 meters) and quick drop down to Otsuki … but I could be persuaded to do just about anything other than Yanagisawa Pass, which we just did last weekend.  I could probably be persuaded to do even Yanagisawa again — they’ve got two newly opened sky bridges so the descent to Enzan is even faster than before.

Please show up and get ready to make a persuasive case for your favorite* ride!

*Must be within day-trip distance of Tokyo.

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