In Defense of La Fleche Wallonne

April 22, 2020



 
We’re all a little bit hard pressed for entertainment this year – not only is there no cycling, there is no anything in the world of sports. We try to find other entertainment: we play our races in a computer game, ride online group rides with our favourite pro’s or have them race actual digital races. Us cycling fanatics are often traditionalists, so we find entertainment in our sports vast historical library more than anywhere else. But despite the despair, the Fleche Wallonne is a race that even hashtag #ClassicClassics won’t touch. 

I know the arguments: the final climb, the Mur to end all Murs is so steep, so daunting and yet so well known by now that every edition is a play-by-play repeat of the previous one. A thinned out yet significant peloton reaches the foot of the final ascent, boom, explosion, done.  And yet, I feel compelled to come to the defence of the middle child of the Ardennes classics.


I’m particularly fond of the La Fleche Feminine, the women’s edition. Without exaggeration it can be said that the steep Mur has been the prime weathervane of who the champion of any given era is. It was in 2007 that record holder Marianne Vos took the first of her five wins and kickstarted her legendary dominance in the sport. Five wins are equalled by Anna van der Breggen since 2015, including as part of an Ardennes triple crown in the first year this was an option – because yes, while la Fleche Feminine has been around since the late 90ies, the other Ardennes did not follow suit until 2017, while for example Paris Roubaix is still lacking a women’s edition. In between Vos and Van der Breggen was the year of Pauline Ferrand Prevot, and her triumph in Huy in 2014 did much to cement the expectation for her to become the successor to Vos’s legacy. Only Annemiek van Vleuten, the most dominant rider of the last two years, has not been able to translate that strength into a victory on top the Mur – indeed, the Mur seems to be the place where “the Alien”, dixit Elisa Longo Borgini, is on her most humanly beatable.

Can the same be said of the men’s field? Perhaps less so. Men’s cycling has been professionalised and specialised to a much farther extend for a far longer time. And yet, one of the race’s earliest and most prolific winners, when the race itself was still mostly a Belgian affair, was Marcel Kint. Kint went on to win six Tour stages, a top 10 overall in the Tour de France, a Liege Bastogne Liege, a Gent Wevelgem, a Paris Roubaix and the World Championships Road Race in 1938.  Seven years after Kint’s first win, the heroic Fausto Coppi became only the second non-Belgian winner of the race. More recently, the Fleche Wallonne became the emblem of the perfectionism of ‘the Unbeatable’ Alejandro Valverde. No-one could time a final punch anywhere as perfectly as Alejandro, and no punch he knew so closely as that specific one in the Ardennes.  For Valverde, perhaps, the Mur de Huy wasn’t as much a weathervane of his rise, but rather one of his demise. When after four consecutive wins he passed the baton to Julian Alaphillipe, it send shockwaves through the cycling world. Age had finally caught up with the undisputable king of the puncheurs. All hail the new king. 


All of the above, however, misses the point still. The main defence of La Fleche has nothing to with its ability to produce champions nor its place in cycling history. The point, above all, is that those who lambast the race on the Mur de Huy fundamentally misunderstand what the race is. See, it’s undeniable that the Fleche Wallonne provides meagre entertainment on the television screen, because that’s not what it’s for. Instead, it is the ultimate race to watch roadside. 

It’s the long trip from home, whether over the Deutsche autobahn, through the gentler northern Ardennes or from the French south, to Wallonia. It’s following the Meuse through alternating idyllic and desolate industrial landscapes, to be suddenly confronted with an imposing nuclear energy station, and then turning again into the beautiful town of Huy itself. It’s coffee on the market square and walking up and down the Mur –which surprises you with its steepness every single time- before another coffee on the market square. It’s crawling up that climb one more time, legs already tired this early in the morning, to find the perfect place.

It’s the perfect amount of crowds: crowded enough for a festive atmosphere, very crowded indeed, but somehow just barely avoiding the suffocating claustrophobia of too crowded. It’s the children (of all ages) cresting the beast of a climb for themselves, while retired pros in anonymous outfits pretend they’re ten years younger again. It’s the police officers gently nudging everyone aside. It’s the anticipation as the women’s peloton is about to crest the climb for the first time, and again, and again. And then the men.

It’s the breakaway visibly struggling going up that hill. It’s hearing the announcers proclaim a compact peloton at the foot, and yet see a completely scattered field by the time they’ve reached your place about three quarters up that hill. It’s even the favourites going by so slow that you can see every grimace on their pained faces. It’s the procession of the defeated, the wounded, for what feels like ages after. Torn shirts and torn flesh, prolonging their suffering because the only rest is on the plateau op that hill. 

It’s the frites in a forlorn snackbar as all visitors slowly stream out of the French town. It’s the long road home. Acclaimed writer John Foote said that in the heroic age of cycling in Italy, the sport was intrinsically linked to the harsh combination of industrialism and relative poverty – if that’s any measure, the beating heart of heroics in Northern Europe has to be Wallonia – with the Mur de Huy smack in the middle of it.

I was a Basque for five months

November 18, 2019


The beginning

Before recorded history, there were Jentilak. These were the pagans: big, hairy giants who lived in the Basque country. They invented metallurgy and the Basque game Pilota. They were stronger than any other humans, and threw huge boulders at intruders and occasionally each other. As the plains of the Bay of Biscay filled with Christian peoples, the Jentilak never again left the high mountains where they felt most comfortable.

In a sense, the Jentilak returned in 1994. A professional cycling team was founded, a ragged bunch of Basque climbers who eschewed the plains but thrived as soon as the road turned upwards. After a few sponsor changes early on, these giants came to fame as Euskaltel-Euskadi.

Fast forward to mid 2019. I was, and suppose am still, a Bianchi rider. Yet, I won't bring my expensive Bianchi to my work's bike parking. So, I'm on the hunt for a cheap, second hand racing bike to help me commute. And that's when I find a bargain.

And then

It's seven years until Euskaltel-Euskadi takes part in their first Tour de France, but it's two years later when they make their real breakthrough on cycling highest stage. Iban Mayo, winner of that year's Tour of the Basque country, drops all his competitors on the Alp d'Huez on stage eight, putting minutes into the likes of Lance Armstrong, Alexandre Vinokourov and Ivan Basso. At the end of the 2003 Tour, Mayo and his quieter teammate Haimar Zubeldia ride their Orbea bikes into Paris as the sixth and fifth classified overall, respectively.



That's exactly what I find on Ebay: a 2003 Orbea in Euskaltel-Euskadi race colours. Bright orange. Bargain price. The previous owner also bought it second hand to use for their commute, as, likely, did the owner before them. They hadn't heard of the team, but I have. Even before I've brought the bike home, I'm more in love with it than I've ever been with any piece of unliving material. It's saddle is far too high and it has fugly triathlon handlebars installed, but for the first time since starting cycling I get out my wrench and cleaning rag and modify the bike back to perfection.

The perfect race sometimes relies on bad luck of others. The Olympic road race of 2008, from Beijing's Forbidden City to the Great Wall of China, knows two favourite squads: an Italian team armed to the teeth with dangerous attackers, and a Spanish armada of Grand Tour contenders and one clear finisseur: the explosive Valverde. Samuel Sanchez joins a line-up of Alberto Contador and Carlos Sastre to string out the pack and bring Valverde to the line. But these Olympics are not an usual race: the Beijing smog is too heavy on the lungs of many riders, but Samuel Sanchez' cycling career was formed amid the Basque industries - when his nominal leader falters, is is Samu who outsprints his rivals and claims Olympic gold. Does this count as a win for Euskaltel? He may have ridden this race on an Orbea in Spanish colours, it was Euskaltel-Euskadi that gets to add golden stripes to a jersey for the next four years.



On the advice of a friend, I email the Orbea press service. I never was the only fan of this team of underdogs, and in 2003 plenty of replica bikes were made. I send what I think is the bike's registration number, to find out who used this bike in 2003. A young Samuel Sanchez? Iban Mayo himself? I get a reply from a friendly guy named Aitor. Alas, he informs me, the registration system they've got has only been in place since 2010, the number I give him was a generic number imprinted on all frames from that year. Nevermind, I am already sure. My bike belonged to Igor Anton.

Igor Anton joined the squad in 2005, not 2003. In his first year, he rides the Giro. The next time he return to that race is in 2011. The peloton has just lost Wouter Weylands, but the Giro waits for no-one. On stage twelve, the dangerous Monte Crostis is removed after a riders' protest. It is rumored that five teams want to keep the Crostis in the race, but the other 17 refuse to ride it. It is not known which teams are the five, but one can only speculate Euskadi Euskaltel was among them. Nevertheless, the mighty Zoncolan is a gruesome finish to any stage. Igor Anton dances away from the GC favourites on its 22% slopes, to reach the finish alone, having pushed through indescribable pains to the top of the world. Behind my television, I become a fan of this team.

The toughest slope I've got on my commute is the gentle incline of a bridge over a canal. So, on weekends, I take my Orbea out of the city. Every hill I find there -especially the one where Omar Fraile won a 4th cat KOM when the 2016 Giro d' Italia came to my town- is a Zoncolan in my mind. Omar never signed for Euskadi, but he's Basque nevertheless. I even take my partner along to take photos. And on weekdays? On weekdays I race up that bridge, leaving senior citizens on e-bikes in my wake like I've got a grand tour to win.



Many of Euskaltel's riders in 2012 will be stars of the World Tour years later. Amets Txurraka will be in that break together with Omar Fraile. Igor Anton will attempt another Zoncolan victory for Dimension Data before retiring. Mikel Nieve will be a superdomestique to the likes of Chris Froome and Esteban Chaves, and win several mountain jerseys in his own right. The Izzagirre brothers will contest week-long races in Bahrain Merida's red. Pello Bilbao collects swashbuckling stage victories left and right in Astana's blue. Mikel Landa is the world's most exciting grand tour contender whatever jersey he wears. But in 2012, all of them wore Euskadi Orange.

I leave my home later than usual, leaving me twenty-five minutes for a thirty minute commute. I push on the pedals; I am my own echelon, I cut corners and I sprint every stretch of road as if it's the final kilometre of the San Sebastian. Halfway to work -I'll make it there with three minutes to spare- the green traffic light jumps to orange. It's fine to me. Orange is MY colour.

The end

In 2013, the end is near for the Euskadi team. Commercial sponsor Euskaltel withdraws, and the most important race now isn't on the bike, but in boardrooms, trying to find a new sponsor. Enigmatic Formula 1 racer Fernando Alonso looks to be a lifeline, offering to buy the team. Unfortunately, the move is never completed. With the team's demise already definite, Juan Jose Lobato takes the team's final win, at home in the Basque country in the Circuito de Getxo.

I've been a Basque for five months. The photo's of the bike adorn my social media profiles, my work colleagues know whether I'm in with one look at the parking. I'm biking home on a rainy day, taking a short stop at a supermarket. I carefully lock the bike, and do my groceries. When I try to unlock my bike, my lock breaks - the bike is locked, but I'm unable to unlock it. There's a bike shop around the corner, but it's a Sunday and it's closed. As I get on the bus home, I look back once more. I feel something in the bottom of my stomach.



It's been six years since the end of Euskaltel Euskadi. It's known several smaller successors: the commercially sponsored Euskadi Murias enjoyed two seasons on the professional level, but it too has now closed its shutters. Spiritually closer to the old team is Fundacion Euskadi, Mikel Landa's project funded by government subsidies and philanthropists. It is they who ride in the classic Basque bright orange jerseys. As I sit in the bus home, my phone's twitter app buzzes. Although I heard the rumour before, I read the confirmed news for the first time, then and there in that bus: Fundacion Euskadi makes the step upwards to the Pro Tour. In 2020, the orange jersey will join the pro peloton again.

I was a Basque for five months. It's now the off season. My gut feeling was right: when I came back the next day, my beautiful Orbea was gone. I filed a police report, scoured Ebay for weeks to see my bike pop-up again. No avail. I was a Basque for five months, but now I've lost the bike. More good news for Mikel Landa: Fundacion's funding is guaranteed for five years. I was a Basque for five months. In two months time, the pro-team Fundacion Euskadi will ride their first race in San Juan. It will be late at night in my home, but I will turn on the television nevertheless. And every time when I see an orange jersey on TV, I will be a Basque again.


Are you a fan of Basque cycling too? The good people behind Marea Naranja (@MareaNaranja) are crowdfunding a book on 20 years of Euskaltel-Euskadi, with photo's and interviews with many of the colourful characters of the orange squad. They're very close to reaching their target, and you've got one week to help them! --> http://vkm.is/mareanaranja



2019

5 takeaways from day 1 of the Volta a la Comunitat Valenciana

February 06, 2019

1. An interesting route provides interesting results

The route for today's TT was not quite a typical one: just over 10km, most of it was flat but there was a kicker in the end. This atypical route had it's effect on the composition of the result lists: the top is a mixed bag of TT specialists such as Tony Martin, Nelson Oliveira and Jos van Emden and GC riders such as Ion Izagirre, Alejandro Valverde and Daniel Martin. A bit further down the line, the classics' riders annex sprinters get into the mix, with Colbrelli, Gasparotto and Roelandts all riding a top 20 spot. The day's winner comes from those ranks: a well earned win for ultra-roleur Edvald Boasson Hagen!

 


 

2. Ion Izagirre takes a head start in the battle for GC

Two days after his thirtieth birthday, Basque rider Ion Izagirre impressed most of all GC candidates during the opening time trial. In his debut race for Astana Pro Cycling, Izagirre finished second overall, a handful of seconds behind stage winner Edvald Boasson Hagen. Although time differences were small, Izagirre managed to take anywhere from 10 to 40 seconds on his major competitors, with only Bahrain Merida's GC contender Dylan Teuns finishing close at only three seconds behind. The success might be most interesting for Astana's team dynamics, who hasn't yet announced who would be their GC leader for this race, with fellow Basque Pello Bilbao and always-good-this-early Luis Leon Sanchez also in the picture.

3. Hope for Esteban Chaves

Speaking of dual leadership, it's been a while since Esteban Chaves has shared leadership duties at Mitchelton Scott. To be fair, it's been a while since the unlucky Colombian has raced a bike at all, but never fear: he's back.

In his first bike race in eighth months, Esteban rose to the occasion with a respectable 36th place, among most GC contenders and five seconds in front of his team leader Yates. Alright, perhaps it's a bit early to fire up the hype train yet, but we can all be happy he's riding again.
  


4. Harry Tanfield is warming up

After British youth impressed in the CX World's this weekend, it's again a Brit taking on the young rider's jersey today. Tanfield had a great first half of a year with continental squad Canyon Eisberg in 2018, taking second in the national TT championships, but failed to impress in the later half. Nevertheless, he transferred to world tour formation Katusha Alpecin for 2019. Although he DNF'ed on the first two Mallorca Challenge races he rode, the first TT for his new team was great, finishing just outside the top 10.



5. The European season is officially on.

2018

Tour of Turkey: Stage 6: Bursa- Istanbul

October 13, 2018


The Tour of Turkey is unabashedly itself, and that means wide open highways, gradual climbs, chaotic sprints and an all-or-nothing decision forced at the climb at Selcuk. Although, all or nothing? The top 12 is seperated by only 10 seconds, and a tough city circuit is all that is needed to shake up the order completely!  Let's go! Or, as they say in Turkey: 

Başla!

2018

Tour of Turkey, Stage 5: Selcuk - Manisa

October 12, 2018



The Tour of Turkey is unabashedly itself, and that means wide open highways, gradual climbs, chaotic sprints and an all-or-nothing decision forced at the climb at Selcuk. Although, all or nothing? The top 12 is seperated by only 10 seconds, with two stages to go!  Let's go! Or, as they say in Turkey: 

Başla!

2018

Tour of Turkey, stage 4: the Queen Stage

October 11, 2018



The day is finally there to show that climbers have more jobs to do in Autumn than just the Italian classics: It's time for Queen Stage of the Tour of Turkey! The Tour of Turkey is unabashedly itself, and that means wide open highways, gradual climbs, chaotic sprints and an all-or-nothing decision forced at the climb at Selcuk. Can the up-and-coming pro-continental climbers take the battle to Diego Ulissi and Alexey Lutsenko? Let's go! Or, as they say in Turkey: 

Başla!

2018

Tour of Turkey, Stage 3: Fethiye- Marmaris

October 10, 2018



As the cycling world is focussed on Italy, we turn our attention to the other side of the mediterranean: The Tour of Turkey! The Tour of Turkey is unabashedly itself, and that means wide open highways, gradual climbs, chaotic sprints and pro-contintal climbers taking the fight to a World Tour podium on the almost iconic climb at Selcuk. Today was another battle between the best sprinter versus the best train, and this time the sprinter won. How it happened?  Let's see! Or, as they say in Turkey: 

Başla!

2018

Tour of Turkey, Stage 2: Alanya - Antalya

October 09, 2018


C@ Brian Hodes/VeloImages

While the admittedly fantastic autumn classics are drawing most of the attention of the cycling world, we've got time for one more (well, two actually) world tour stage race: The Tour of Turkey! The Tour of Turkey is unabashedly itself, and that means wide open highways, gradual climbs, chaotic sprints and pro-contintal climbers taking the fight to a World Tour podium on the almost iconic climb at Selcuk. Today we´ve had the first stage, which finished not quite according to script, which proved a great predictive succes for our first stage preview! Let´s get ready for stage two, another one for the sprinters.

Let's go! Or, as they say in Turkey: 

Başla!

2018

Tour of Turkey, Stage 1: Konya - Konya

October 08, 2018



While the admittedly fantastic autumn classics are drawing most of the attention of the cycling world, we've got time for one more (well, two actually) world tour stage race: The Tour of Turkey! This week I've sat down with some recordings of last year's race and I'll admit, I really enjoyed it. The Tour of Turkey is not a race that tries to be the Dauphinée on the Anatolian peninsula, or the Binq Bank Tour of the eastern Mediterranean: the Tour of Turkey is unabashedly itself, and that means wide open highways, gradual climbs, chaotic sprints and pro-contintal climbers taking the fight to a World Tour podium on the almost iconic climb at Selcuk. Let's go! Or, as they say in Turkey: 

Başla!

2018

Espainiako Itzulia: Stage 6 Recap, Stage 7 Preview

August 30, 2018



Kaixo, lagunak!
Welcome, friends!

So, let me paint you a picture: we've got a stage with Omar Fraile and M.A. Lopez in the top 10 and a time gap of almost two minutes between the main GC contenders. Are you picturing it? Must be a really bumpy stage, right? Wrong! It's stage six of the Vuelta á Espagna, a grand tour which might lack the history of the Tour de France nor the tifosi of the Giro d'Italia, but there's one thing the Queen of the Indian summer has over the others: the Basques. That's why Badger Baroudeur presents to you a daily stage preview with a special focus on the Cycling Carrots, regardless of which team they ride for. Let's get to it!


Espainiako Itzulia: Stage 4 recap / Stage 5 preview

August 28, 2018



Kaixo, lagunak!
Welcome, friends!

It's stage four of the Vuelta á Espagna, a grand tour which might lack the history of the Tour de France nor the tifosi of the Giro d'Italia, but there's one thing the Queen of the Indian summer has over the others: the Basques. That's why Badger Baroudeur presents to you a daily stage preview with a special focus on the Cycling Carrots, regardless of which team they ride for. Let's get to it!


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