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Road Team Bulletin

This is the place. This is where you'll find the latest road racing news, editorial, behind-the-scenes coverage, videos—every conceivable gram of content from our professional racing teams, Boels-Dolmans, Quick-Step–Floors, Bora-Hansgrohe, and Axeon Hagens Berman. We'll be updating this page throughout the 2017 season, so come back and come often. Happy racing.

April 21, 2017

Ardennes Classics Week

Amstel Gold, Flèche Wallone, and Liege-Bastogne-Liege—a veritable three-course meal of single-day races making up the Ardennes Classics menu. This year, for the first time ever, the women of the pro peloton are sitting down at the table, tucking their napkins into the front of their jerseys, and dining like Queens on all three races. And with the first two courses already down and only the dessert of Liege-Bastogne-Liege to be served, it’s plain to see that Boels-Dolmans's Anna van der Breggen has worked up a bit of an appetite.

First came Amstel Gold. While the name may suggest a beer-themed appetizer, it’s actually more an expensive caviar of a race: rich, intense, and lumpy, with 17 climbs to pop a little “pain flavor” on your tongue. The Olympic champion, Anna van Breggen, was just 12 years old the last time women lined up for this race in 2003, and on Sunday, she broke away from a group of six—including teammate Lizzie Deignan, who claimed second—to clean everybody’s plates for the win. A Dutch winner on a Dutch team in a Dutch race? Mmmmm, as delicious as a hot, fresh stroopwafel.

The second course, La Flèche Wallonne Feminine, arrived a few days later. Like a favorite dish, the flavors were familiar and comforting to van de Breggen—they tasted like victory. Attacking in almost identical fashion to the year previously, Anna launched herself between the final two climbs, finding herself alone for the final push up the Mur de Huy to win by 16 seconds. Ardennes victory #2 for the Olympic champion (and 2nd again for Lizzie), but even more impressively, the third year in a row that Anna van de Breggen has won this race. With the most wins of any woman in this race ever, she is a true “Queen of the Mur.”

Now all that remains is dessert—Liege-Bastogne-Liege. What this race tastes like, no one in the women’s peloton knows, since it has never before appeared on the Women’s World Tour calendar before. And while we know victory will be sweet for whoever ends up on the top step of the podium, we can’t wait to see who’s hungriest, and who’ll get stuck with the check.

April 9, 2017

Paris-Roubaix

Saying goodbye is never easy, but watching Tom Boonen on Sunday as his dream of a 5th win at Paris-Roubaix slid from view brought a particular lump to the throat. As the kilometres slipped away, a singular thought hit fans of the mighty Belgian: This is the last time. This is the last time we will see him power across the Trench of Arenberg. This is the last time we will witness Tommeke gliding over cobbles at a speed that makes us breathless, his legs moving like liquid, the familiar hunch of his "Forward ever Forward" position on our screens. As he entered the velodrome for the last time—the sprint for victory decided several thrilling minutes before he arrived—we wonder if he’s thinking what we are? That this will be the last sprint of his career.

But amidst the sadness—our fairytale ending denied—we can’t help but smile. What a career. What a gift we were given. Tom Boonen has provided us with 15 years of unforgettable racing. His effortless style on the bicycle, the numerous wins and epic battles on the road, his leadership and grace—we can’t help but rise to stand on our desks and declare, “Oh, Captain, my Captain.”

April 2, 2017

Ronde van Vlaanderen

On the stones of the Kwaremont, Philippe Gilbert extricates himself from the tentacles of the group. This move is risky—just over fifty kilometres to go and a whole lot of chances to be sucked back to the hungry peloton. He surges and people cheer, from sidelines and sofas alike. We hold our collective breaths as we watch this man, head down and heart out, gun it for the finish. He is relentless, he is desperate, he is flying.

It holds. The frantic chase is a full 29-seconds back when Gilbert approaches the finish, casually steps off, and hoists his bike aloft as though pulling a sword from the very cobblestones he has conquered. We watch as he walks across the line, his smile giddy and broad at what he has just done. It is incredible. In one of those “push all your chips to the centre of the table” gambles, he has snaked the whole pot. Philippe Gilbert has just become the new hero of Flanders.

March 18, 2017

Milan-San Remo

Like a sweater unraveling, Milan-San Remo begins with a casual tug as the peloton rolls out of Milan. The sweater remains a solid, recognizable form for some time as rows and rows of Italian farmland are methodically ripped from it. As they race toward the tunnel at the top of the Passo del Turchino, these disappearing stitches on the plains of Lombardia are deemed so uneventful they are rarely broadcast. But once the peloton dispatches the Turchino and descends to the coast, everyone knows threads are about to be gripped tightly, ready to be yanked. As helicopters hover along the coastline, we fans are mesmerized as miles and miles of sea-blue thread are pulled from the race. A break of 10 riders plucks away for as long as they can, but it's only a matter of time—they are never more then five minutes out. Back in the peloton, sprinters are readying themselves for one thing: to survive the Cipressa and Poggio.

With a puff of acceleration on the Cipressa, riders—some hopeful sprinters included—are blown off the back like Lycra-clad dandelion in a stiff, Mediterranean breeze. The unraveling begins in earnest. On our sofas, barstools, and beds, our hearts began crawling up our throats.

When Sagan attacks on the Poggio, it is with such violent strength it can only be read as a statement to those behind. It says: “Taste the rainbow.” Rainbow tastes like lactic acid. Two men survive this assault and join him at the front. While their hearts must surely be beating through their eyelids, our hearts are now stuck firmly in our mouths. After negotiating with those iconic hairpins on the descent, they come off the Poggio as one. The frenzy is palpable. They will not be caught. This will be our podium.

The sprint stops hearts. A finish like this—with three elite riders locked in a battle royal for the line—is everything we dream the destruction of a fine Italian sweater to be. It is beautiful obliteration. As they propel and throw and beg and urge their bodies and bikes towards the finish line on via Roma, it is obvious they are giving us everything they have. There is no more juice to be squeezed from these legs. No more air in these lungs. While our hopes were with Sagan and Alaphilippe, we are anything but heartbroken with the outcome. A finish like this? It’s what cycling dreams are made of.

March 6, 2017

Strade Bianche

In its short 10-year history, Strade Bianche has cemented itself as one of the most illustrious, picturesque one-day races on the World Tour calendar. From the white gravel of its namesake to its finish in the medieval UNESCO World Heritage site of Siena, the gran fondo turned burgeoning Spring Classic serves up everything you could want in a cycling monument on a gilded Italian platter. And this year, the heavens opened to give the typically sun-drenched, white Tuscan strade a flavour reminiscent of the northern races to come. Of course, we were routing for our protagonists, Zdeněk Štybar and Peter Sagan, the former of which narrowly missed a repeat visit to the podium's top step, but the sheer beauty of this undulating Classic-in-the-making was enough to stoke the fire of our passions. More simply, though, it was a beautiful day of bike racing.

January 3, 2017

Calling all Race Fans

If we were to define 2016 in a word, it would be "transition." We saw old friends go in new directions, crowns get heavier, legacies meet the final page of their stories, and the dawning of new eras. And while it would be easy to stay there in the past, time waits for no one, so neither should we. Walk through the thresholds of Quick-Step–Floors, Boels-Dolmans, and Bora-Hansgrohe's Team Camps with us and witness what 2017 has in store

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