Cycling Tonight, ten for ten Belgian time, it is so far. Then drive Remco Evenepoel, Friday 19, between San Juan and Pocito his first 159 km, as a cycling professional. “My hunger and urge for competition are huge. But I’m here in the first place to learn.”
Sleeve. No solid jongenshand. Smooth the sunscreen, which was namely at the warm greeting in the improvised ‘service course’ in the stifling hot underground garage of the Del Bono Park Hotel on the outskirts of San Juan. “Sorry, I have a huge ‘couche’ will have to make” excuses Evenepoel. Red as a lobster, he grabs his bike snapped. The first ‘beginnersfoutje’. “Too low a factor taken into account”, nods to him. “I reached home to catch a bus which was set on the table. 25 is enough, I thought. (laughs) Not so. After the first three hours of training in full sun I had it all seated. My arms became redder and redder. Mistake, yes. But gosh… if the purpose is limited. The fear that I have worn would have felt had undeservedly. A few bubbles and blow up after it falls. I have no pain.”