and the winner will be...

Call it foolish or foolhardy. Call it a long limb of spindly proportions, but I am going all in for my man Leif Hoste to win L'Enfer du Nord in true, epic style. The weather isn't supposed to be a factor, so grit, toughness and sheer determination are the watchwords for the day. My feeling is that the bitter, acrid taste of defeat for the second year in a row at the Ronde is still in Hoste's mouth. I can't wait...