OK, at the time it hurts, and tackling 50km of cobbles during a 170km ride does take its toll the anticipation of the event always makes you think it’s going to be worse than it actually is.
Fortunately it was another dry edition of Roubaix free of any major crashes or incidents as far as I could see. And while by the end my legs were toast from 107 miles in the big ring, aside from a sore elbow from the cobbles I came out of it largely unscathed, as did the rest of our group.
