A review by walkerharrison
The Beast, the Emperor and the Milkman: A Bone-Shaking Tour Through Cycling's Flemish Heartlands by Harry Pearson
4.0
I greatly appreciate and want to know every detail of how this author convinced his newspaper employer to let him just bumble around Belgium following the Spring Cycling calendar in 2017; watching the races, wandering around small towns, looking at the architecture and exploring Flandrian history, drinking at every hour of the day, and just having good fun.
“The barman watched, put down the glass he was polishing, and shrugged, “you want another one?” The beer I had been drinking was 9.5%. ‘If I have another you’ll have to carry me to the train,’ I told him. The barman looked out the window. ‘It’s only 100 meters.’”
May we all live with the same joy.
But, like, only read this if you’re really into cycling. There are more Belgian name drops than should be legal.
“The barman watched, put down the glass he was polishing, and shrugged, “you want another one?” The beer I had been drinking was 9.5%. ‘If I have another you’ll have to carry me to the train,’ I told him. The barman looked out the window. ‘It’s only 100 meters.’”
May we all live with the same joy.
But, like, only read this if you’re really into cycling. There are more Belgian name drops than should be legal.