Here she comes; The Hell of the North, Queen of the Classic, The Easter race or the l’enfer du Nord. This is the one race I wait for every year and always get excited. It’s the unpredictable race of; fastness, hardness, nerve, speed, strength, agility and luck. Every year we see the special equipment roll-out and the pundits give us the low down on the contenders. But, you can almost guarantee none of the chosen will win. Luck isn’t like that. The unpredictable element of riding such a punishing course can put the favourites on the cobbled floor, or standing by the roadside looking for a new wheel. I watch in awe as they grind their way to the vélodrome. Sometimes the right person is there, sometimes not. Sometime they are dusty as a coal miner, sometimes as muddy as a pig. Whatever the day, whatever the result – it’s another cobble in the hands of a legend. There is no mightier classic race than this.