A tale of a training ride for the history books, from Quick- Step Floors directeur sportif
What’s the best piece of racing advice you ever received?
My old coach Leif Mortensen said: Push the delete button and forget the bad things. Always focus on the win and think only good stu f. Such advice is quite useful in private life, also. Find your ‘inner-delete button’ and stop the crying.
What has been your hardest training session?
A January day in 1978. My friend Peter Bærskog and I decided to ride 180km in very cold weather. The irst 135km went okay, then I crashed on the icy roads and broke my hand. We rode to a bakery to ind a payphone to call my dad. He was watching football on TV and did not have time to pick me up. Then I had a hunger knock. We went back to the bakery and stole some pastries (as we had no money left). It was freezing and we had to piss on our hands to keep warm because we were afraid our ingers would fall o f. About 10km from hospital I got cramps and we rested for 30 minutes in a random garage. I arrived at hospital and got my hand and arm in plaster and had a lemonade so I could ride home. I got home and passed out on the basement loor. My mum came down about 8pm and asked why I was lying on the loor and what happened to my right hand. I did not speak to my dad for six months. Because of the horrible pain in my hand, I never felt that my wool hat hadn’t covered my left ear when we were riding, and I got frostbite in it. To this day, whenever it’s cold, my left ear hurts, reminding me about that day. Part 2 comes next month
Brian Holm, during his racing career after Paris- Roubaix, recalls a training ride from hell when he was a teenager