It has been a year since Covid shut down the world.
The cycling peloton also stood still, as if in an endlessly appearing surplace. This book is the story of two cycling followers who initially see a cycling season fall apart. And then still got a spectacular final with a hundred days of racing.

Chalking names on the road, officially it’s forbidden. But in cycling it’s tolerated. Fortunately, because now that we all have to watch the race from home in front of the tv, we have something extra to watch out for!

Do you want to see a fine piece of art?
Then pay attention to the Flemish roads. The street art collective “Puncheur” makes beautiful paintings of cycling heroes on the asphalt.
Like this one, Monsieur Paris-Roubaix.
Only to pass with matching clean socks;) 

Follow their insane work on
 https://instagram.com/puncheur.be?igshid=gskm6utcp8xb

The story goes that the first time a rider's name was painted on the road was in the 1936 Giro. It was Raffaele Di Paco who got this scoop. Not because of its cycling performance but more because of its appearance. Expressions of love painted on the road.. Nowadays there are inspectors in front of the peloton and they put a layer of paint over everything that should not be shown. Called “Les Effaceurs”. Specialized  in transforming a dick into a butterfly ??

Mathieu van der Poel’s grandfather together with the singer Dalida
(from the song Buenas noches mi amor)
Do you recognize the similarities with Poupou?