I won a World Cup. Wait. No. That’s wrong.
The first race of the ten race World Cup series kicked off in the Netherlands on Saturday. World Cup races, for those who don’t know, are pretty much as big as it gets in women’s cycling. These are our World Tour events; our Milan San Remo, our Paris-Roubaix, our monuments. The only thing that trump them are the World Championships and the Olympic Games.
I love Dutch racing, I love cobbles, I love cross winds and I love weather that makes all those skinny girls shake like a polaroid picture.
For the last however many years the World Cup series has started at Ronde van Drenthe. A race made hard by the cobbles and weather rather than the elevation gain. Indeed in this year’s edition we climbed a grand total of 106 metres.
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