...and the resultant effect on air travel to and from europa...
Then Job, Johan, Estrogan and I had lunch today. Johan had flown back from Holland this past Wednesday just ahead of the eruption. Job's daughter Miriam, who was scheduled to fly from AMS to IAH tomorrow is now delayed for a few days. Estragon was supposed to fly to Singapore tomorrow via Moscow, and that flight was cancelled.
And, then...the Dutch boys tell me that the Amstel Gold classic was cancelled, they read it in the Dutch news.
I am not so sure it is cancelled. Nothing on the Cycling web sites that I found. Besides, most of the riders should already be in Europe. Now, they may have to drive or take the train instead of flying. The team cars and the Mavic support cars and motorbikes have to drive anyway.
CyclingNews seemed to confirm this scenario - http://www.cyclingnews.com/news/amstel-versus-volcano-eyjafjallajokull
Until I get confirmation of a cancelation, I am holding out hope for a race on Sunday.
This Sunday’s race features 31 climbs in its 257.3km and ends atop the last of them, the infamous Cauberg, where tens of thousands of Dutch bike-racing fans give the little town of Valkenburg the look of a world road championship every April.
Could Chris Horner pull off the win of his life?
A Dutchman has not won the race since they moved the finish to the top of the Cauberg. The last Dutchman to win the race was Erik Decker, beating Lance Armstrong.
On the Cauberg, I remember Michael Boogard starting his uphill sprint too early and loosing the race (two years in a row, if I recall correctly). I even wrote a poem about it..."Oh Michael, Oh Michael..." sent it to Job, way back in the 2002-2004 time frame. If I can find it, I'll add it to this post later.
Ode to Bogie
A Dutchman has not won the race since they moved the finish to the top of the Cauberg. The last Dutchman to win the race was Erik Decker, beating Lance Armstrong.
On the Cauberg, I remember Michael Boogard starting his uphill sprint too early and loosing the race (two years in a row, if I recall correctly). I even wrote a poem about it..."Oh Michael, Oh Michael..." sent it to Job, way back in the 2002-2004 time frame. If I can find it, I'll add it to this post later.
Ode to Bogie
Oh Michael, Oh Michael, how could you loose.
You’ve disappointed 30 million pretty wood shoes.
Oh Michael, Oh Michael, it was so very close,
If you waited a meter you’d have won by a nose
Now The Caupberg she is a stubborn steep climb – one you’ve conquered at least a hundred times
Was it your ego or your athletic adrenalin high? - That let you believe your jump was not too far to die
So, Oh Michael, Oh Michael how could you loose.
We love you, we love you, we really still do - all of us Dutchman with two wooden shoes
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