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1994 Fleche Wallonne, Gewiss EPO attack.
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1987 Amstel Gold Race, Joop Zoetemelk
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Evelyn Stevens (Specialized – lululemon) wins Fleche Wallone ahead of Marianne Vos (Rabo Women)
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Muscle Mike, caught flexin'
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1990 Milan San Remo winner Gianni Bugno.
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He piled upon the whale’s white hump the sum of all the general rage and hate felt by his whole race from Adam down; and then, as if his chest had been a mortar, he burst his hot heart’s shell upon it.
-Herman Melville
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His eyes are staring, his mouth is open, his wings are spread. This is how one pictures the angel of history. His face is turned toward the past. Where we perceive a chain of events, he sees one single catastrophe which keeps piling wreckage upon wreckage and hurls it in front of his feet. The angel would like to stay, awaken the dead, and make whole what has been smashed. But a storm is blowing from Paradise; it has got caught in his wings with such violence that the angel can no longer close them. The storm irresistibly propels him into the future to which his back is turned, while the pile of debris before him grows skyward. This storm is what we call progress.
-Walter Benjamin
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