Hell only Knows

I've never dreamt of cobbles. English potholes and gravel are enough for me. I'm a 5ft8 slight figure of a man with oil painting looks. I'm a climber, a romantic with a wondering mind and imagination. I dream of wide alpine roads during the winter months. The classics esp paris roubaix, have so many tales that I don't associate with cycling, it sounds like another sport for proper bruts of men. Look at Tom Boonen. He looks like he's been carved out of the landscape. The Belge god of fire or something. I'm an artist. with a winter skin care routine. So why did I say yes to this? The suffering, the heritage of finishing in the Roubaix velodrome, and to say I have done that. Is basically why. Cos I keep thinking there must be another good reason.