Where does “courage” end and when does “madness” begin, to use Rigoberto Uran’s two terms? This Sunday, the Colombian cyclist fell like around thirty other riders in the impressive pileup that marked the Doyenne of the Liège-Bastogne-Liège classics. Barely got back on his bike and the finish line crossed sixty kilometers later, the veteran climber (35 years old) took his phone and filmed the aftermath of his partners. Knees and elbows in blood, buttocks torn by the asphalt or even the top of his open arch… In short, a variegated trauma suffered by the luckiest part of the injured of the day.
