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jacques anquetil

History
19.08.11

“The road glides beneath my stomach like an endless black ribbon. It is my true home, my kingdom.”

paul fournel

History
19.08.11

“The road glides beneath my stomach like an endless black ribbon. It is my true home, my kingdom.”

Riding
20.06.12

“The bike left my father one Sunday morning ten years ago” Paul Fournel

velo: need for the bike

History
19.08.11

“The road glides beneath my stomach like an endless black ribbon. It is my true home, my kingdom.”

rouleur magazine

History
19.08.11

“The road glides beneath my stomach like an endless black ribbon. It is my true home, my kingdom.”

time trial

History
19.08.11

“The road glides beneath my stomach like an endless black ribbon. It is my true home, my kingdom.”

la reprise

Riding
20.06.12

“The bike left my father one Sunday morning ten years ago” Paul Fournel

rouleur

Riding
20.06.12

“The bike left my father one Sunday morning ten years ago” Paul Fournel

cycling loire

Riding
20.06.12

“The bike left my father one Sunday morning ten years ago” Paul Fournel

wind

Riding
21.03.13

"Having very early on, at my own expense, learned that the wind wears you out, I soon learned to note from which direction it was blowing.

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