milan-san remo.

always perfect weather, unbelievable backdrops, and a simply perfect finish all combine to make milan-san remo easily the worlds most beautiful race.


the climbs of the cripressa and the poggio test the sprinters legs, and their teams cohesiveness to shut down the moves that always go on those climbs.


although moves on the cripressa tend to be in vein, and are usually more about airtime for the sponsors, they still must be attentively watched by the teams concerned with the race coming to it's near predictable sprint finish.





the attacks that come on the poggio are maybe ill-fated just the same, but with only 7k to go, they are extremely dangerous as well.


most of the time it is brought back, every once in a while the mouse escapes the cat.
yesterday was one of those days.


i love watching milan-san remo.


i don't care how it ends.


i love the scenery. i love the attacks to spoil the sprinters. i love the chase. i love the absolutly insane decents off the poggio. i love that everyone thinks they can win.


in a world where race radio, and payoff's for statge wins are accepted and normal, this race is one where the rules don't apply.


everyone wants to win milan-san remo.
there are no favors.





there is no faking it in milan-san remo; you have to be able to climb, decend, attack, sprint, and navigate crazy narrow italian roads with the best in the world.