‘Class,’ it’s a difficult thing to define; the crash hat is just at the right angle, the Oppy cap effortlessly crumpled, there are no gaps between the arm warmers and the jersey, the shorts are just the right length, so are the socks, the bike is perfectly proportioned and the rider sitting on it looks natural, at ease, like he was born to sit there.
When the chips are down, they look calm, unflustered, closing gaps as smoothly as if they were on castors.
Some guys have it, most don’t.
But one look at the late Mark Bell back in the 80’s told you he defined that word ‘class.’
A prolific winner, British Amateur and Professional Champion, Milk Race stage winner and a man who could beat the likes of Eric Vanderaerden, on his day.