Hell tasted so good with this craft brewed amber ale called...
Crooked Coast!
One of my favorite books is Paris-Roubaix: A Journey Through Hell. The visual feast is the myriad of incredible images showing casing this amazing race.
Just like the phrase; 'Hell of the North,' invokes so much hardship mere mortals wouldn't want to tread. The primitive cobblestones of northern France provide a bone jawing dance for both bike & rider. For a better part of the long race, nature has her way and only teases each rider towards the finish line. The weather is a harbinger of hell changing the course muddy due to the wind, rain & snow. Or, a dust choking, blinding veil for the unlucky riders. L'Equipe writers and fans give each image a thought provoking glimpse. A pleasurable balance offering an important history of many great racers and their glorious deeds ...in a fine book!
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There's something about this race that really draws me in. I'm a climber, yet there are no hills in the P-R, just every other difficulty known to men on bikes.