Now mumble it and give it a throaty belgie sluuur.
It gets said a lot around this house.
It translates roughly to: “godammit!”
I’m not so discouraged by the race yesterday. More… surprised? I really was bad out there. I mean… bad. Worse than the results show. And the results show me in DFL.
“I won’t lie to you.” Mr. Tachelet says to me, “You were very bad eh?”
After I ate shit pretty hard on the rough descent I started heckling myself. The fans L O V E D it. They went nuts! I mean, fucking nuts. (take the 5 rowdiest fans you know, get them drunker than normal, invite their redneck relatives, (all of them) and then get them wasted, pack them like sardines into a frozen field and keep giving them beer) And me, knowing I was in DEAD FUCKING LAST place, was trying to go as hard as I could to stay on the same lap. But to them, it was like I was leading the race! You can tell where the leaders are on the course by the loud cheering “wave of sound”. (though if Boom is on the front it is now a BOOING wave) I could hear the leaders getting cheered on a separate part of the course but only barely above the fans and hecklers roaring me on!
And then I graciously accepted a beer handup in a particularly rowdy section of the course and I thought the fans were going to freak out, jump over the barriers and carry me (and bike) into the beer tent to party with them.
You see, it is not that I think beer handups are cool. I don’t even drink. But at this point in the race you realize you are not riding at the level you need to be. And so do the fans. It is not like domestic racing where dollar hand ups and beers feeds are the norm. You don’t really see the Belgians handing up drinks to racers. And you certainly don’t see racers accepting. This was a great moment in history when the Belgians needed me to acknowledge how loud they have been cheering for me. Cheering for me because I am sucking wind so bad, but still fighting the good fight, motoring up the sandy sections and not giving up.
“hey man, you fucking deserve this, Thijs Al is going to eat you for dinner, you gave it a good try, we have supported the shit out of you, now take the damn cup” is what they said to me with that cheap crappy beer.
“Dank!!” I hollered, took a gulp and threw the rest on the ground before blasting up a sandy hill.
Like I said, they went fucking nuts.