SCENE: ‘Bicycle Boyz of Belgium’ WhatsApp group chat.
O. Naesen: Tomorrow’s gonna be a snooze. Want to get the boyz together?
J. Stuyven: YES
V. Campenaerts: 🤘
T. De Gendt: I don’t make the breakaway, I AM the breakaway.
E. Theuns: I’ll come, but only if you don’t invite Dylan.
D. Teuns: Bro, I’m right here.
Y. Lampaert: Brb looking at tractors. 🚜
[D. Teuns has left the group]
E. Theuns: 😂
O. Naesen: Sounds like we’ve got a crew. Just move to the front and hit it at 70 km left?
P. Gilbert: Don’t you think that’d be a bit obvious?
V. Campenaerts: 11 Belgians, all friends, just spontaneously riding away from the peloton in unison?
P. Gilbert: Uh, yep.
J. Stuyven: There’s no way that they can prove it was planned. 😉
O. Naesen: Nah it’s cool. It’s totally plausible that we’d all just drop the hammer at the exact same moment, on an otherwise boring-as-batshit day of Paris-Nice.
T. Declercq: 🐺
D. De Bondt: Enough with the wolfpack shit already, my dude.
T. De Gendt: g2g soigneur’s here. See you at 70 km.
V. Campenaerts: Yeah the boyz. 🇧🇪