Easter Sunday in Brugge, Belgium
Begins Ronde van Flaanderen
A century since this race was first run
We'e hoping for a lot of fun
Cancellara and Sagan
Each hope to prove the stronger man
Ton Boonen takes an early fall
His race is over
That is all
Chavanel becomes team leader
Hope he's not another bleeder
We haven't heard from Sagan, Pete
He really is the mens to beat
Good news for Tom B
No bones broken
From Lady Luck a tiny token
Fabian has a rear wheel puncture
At 50 K left an important juncture
RadioShack is in the front
The breakaway is in a funk
Oscar Gatto, Boasson Hagen
And all the big contenders
Andre Griepel soldiers on
The break may soon be enders
The Kwaremont's feeling crowded
With lots of talent plucky
Geraint Thomas takes a fall
For him this day unlucky
The Peterberg is once again
Dishing out the pain
For the hardy favorites
It is a waiting game
Kwaitkowski shows his strength
Selvaggi earns his compliments
The race has yet to explode
It's in treading water mode
This is an atmosphere
When all and none have time for fear
Five chasers emerge from the group
Cancellara's looking cute
Waiting for a huge attack
Roelandts keeps on looking back
Sagan is just keeping his position
For many it's a race of attrition
Geraint is back, what a surprise!
Chavanel has eyes for the prize
Only 19 K are left
The race is anybodies guess
Roelandts moves
And Fab, and Pete
The trio giving us a treat
Down to two
Cancellara bursts ahead
Peter Sagan left for dead!
Fab goes into time trial mode
Let's be real
He rules the road
This guy a study in alignment
His race showing great refinement
Tactics mixed with mighty power
He is the rider of the hour
Burnishing a brilliant image
Like Popeye he must eat his spinach
Putting Peter in his place
His riding is not commonplace
Moving like a motorbike
Fabbie will sleep well tonight
He's traveling at 50K
Fingers crossed this is his day
He wins by a kilomete
Spartacus could not be beat!
Roelandts takes third
Sagan is two
I enjoyed this
Didn't you?
