These pages are not about carbon frames, not about teflon lubricants. You will not find the latest Shimano line nor those of Bianchi. These pages are not actually about cycling ... these are about the suffering. Suffering on a on bike.

The authentic suffering in her last authentic appearance, a bicycle, a foot off a slope, the top ... and the pain that separates us. 
The modern suffering is rooted in romanticism with her most sublime expression in the Walloon roads, paved with solitude.
The Walloon slopes besung by the Cotacol, despised by the commuter and defied by those with a thirst for pain.

Sometimes an a quest for reflection, sometimes for praise, but usually for the pain. The asceticism of the climb and the redemption at the top, edged by a glowing horizon. Never alone but always lonely ...

Bas Wolfs 
Eijsden, March 2007

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