ASO / Thomas Maheux
Some days on the bike are a fucking shit day. But not every day. Some days on the bike start under the watchful wrought-iron tower— the clacking chorus of one hundred forty-four riders clipping in joining the crescendo of applause as they surge forward like a tsunami of color and carbon fiber. The familiar story— a few heroic-…
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