You might wonder what the f*ck I’m doing, running up a stairway with a bicycle on my shoulder while I’m not being chased by bigfoot.
Those stairs were once part of the cyclocross course of Zeddam. Many battles have been fought here. I remember how excited I was as a little boy when my dad took me to see the race and support my hero Richard Groenendaal. In 2004 he signed my shirt, I slept for weeks in it until the autograph faded.
Last Saturday I wanted to try it myself. Damn it’s heavy! Note to self: stay on the bike.