Friday night, at this time I’m usually battling to get over the Forth Bridge before the traffic goes critical mass. Not tonight though, we may be battling through the tail-backs, but it’s on the motorway out of Ghent, headed for a night at the races and Oosterzele and a 70 kilometre criterium.
And besides, the reverend Al Green is on the car stereo telling us that; “Love is the message!” For sure, Al.
Cafe Central is where the signing-on is, and there’s that great smell of coffee, beer and embrocation. Young men of all shapes and sizes hand over their eight euros in exchange for their dossard (that’s number, but dossard just sounds better). They’ll get their euros back when they hand the number back.
As well as Belgians there are Americans, Aussies, Britons, Dutch and New Zealanders laying their cash down.