short story

For as long as I can remember, my maternal grandparents have lived in Kuurne. Of course, I still go there regularly today, and when I was still...

Flanders is race and race is Flanders. Fortunately Ypres is also a lot of racing and a lot of riders. One of those Ypres riders is definitely...

It was in the early fifties. I was not yet born, but I heard the story several times. And Rik Van Looy can confirm it. My father, Dries Claes, had...

Paris–Roubaix, April 11, 2004. At 38, Belgian cycling legend Johan “The Lion of Flanders” Museeuw is at the start of his final classic. Three days...

Somewhere over the rainbow is where my father is hidden ... I think ... because my father and the rainbow are connected to each other. I do not...

A quiet, sunny day on 9 May 2011. I decided not to listen to the Sporza sports channel while I was at work. I had to concentrate and I had also...

I interviewed Rudi Altig twice, at his home in Sinzig, a fleck on the greenery somewhere between Cologne and Koblenz. From the living room window,...

There was good news and bad news. The sports editor said he wanted to hear the good news first. The good news was that we had just had our all-time...

Fabian Cancellara. Swiss by birth, Flandrien by choice. I heard him say it many times, how much he wanted to know what it would feel like to be a...

So, there he was, sitting at his stand all, set up for the occasion in an E. Leclerc store in Chantonnay, in the Vendée Department. Raymond...