I rode every cobble in my city and I found my hidden talent

Have you ever watched the riders of Paris-Roubaix bounce and judder their way across the pavé of northern France and thought: "I want to do that?"

Well, if you haven't, I suppose that's understandable, given the state of riders at the end of a race that is literally called The Hell of the North. But I have longed to have a go on the cobbles, to see what it is really like.

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