Like a crowd of thousands surging for a door, which has just opened into a stadium the riders in the peloton push, shove and panic as we near the cobbles. We all know that our position will determine whether or not we make it through the race.

Riders use every inch of the four-lane road on which we ride as they race for the head of the peloton. Some jump up on the sidewalks at 50kph, weaving through the spectators, skipping ahead of the chaos on the somewhat clear sidewalk. After weeks of racing in Belgian and French Classics we become accustomed to the surge. Risk is calculated and accepted. We become immune to the shocking sound of riders crashing and carbon snapping with each race.

The cameras shooting us from the helicopters above, or the motorcycles up front, can’t capture the intensity of the peloton. From their perspectives we appear to be flowing as one, like stream down a canyon. Several directeurs sportif have told me that only in a team car following the peloton you can feel the speed and witness the technical madness.

As the European cities have grown, towns have become increasingly congested making bike races harder to orchestrate. Twenty years ago there were few roundabouts, speed bumps or traffic islands. Now, as we enter towns, policemen’s whistles blast to warn us of the concrete islands sticking into the road with their short concrete stumps. We swerve around the parked cars but occasionally hear the terrifying thud of a rider slamming into the metal.

The races in northern Europe have a different intensity to those ridden later in the season. In northern European Classics, the racing demands constant focus.

Sometimes we are like rally car drivers as we wind our way through narrow farm roads dodging sign posts, spectators and cars. While later in the year we’re like alpine touring cars, flying through the countryside at a steady speed.

The Giro d’Italia, which I will start this week, will perhaps be a hybrid of both types of racing. This year we begin in Amsterdam and race south towards Italy. In Italy, we’ll race on the white gravel roads, which lie like a ribbon on the lush green Tuscan hills. In the Netherlands the peloton will face similar wind swept maze-like courses to those we rode on during the Classics.

Every rider knows that the three week race could be lost in a short few kilometers and every team director will remind his riders to be in front as we near the dangerous bits of road. In the weeks prior to the race teams were already planning for those moments. Races are won or lost in the panicked surge.


3 thoughts on “Cutting The Grass In The Flowing Peloton

  1. Love this post as i discovered the Ronde van Vlaanderen “cyclotouring” in the rain last april. Understand pretty well what it must be like to race this. Crazy.
    And I also understand what you mean with you son. My last son (of 4 children) is just 3, rides his bike since 2 1/2, ans has been to the hospital twice. Still never stops.
    Keep on riding and writing and have a nice Giro.
    Joakim

  2. Thanks for this insight into the ‘unseen’ dynamics of the peloton and the best of luck at the Giro d’Italia.

  3. Just received my copy of Le Metier. Great read this morning on the train to work- Pure cycling Porn!!
    Good luck for the Giro.

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