今天是2026年5月2日，星期六，天气晴朗。
昨天是劳动节，开会写文稿劳动了一整天。卷到飞起的2026仍在继续。
今天洗了衣服收拾屋子收了快递，总算有点活人感了，也有时间写点东西了。
四月的感动，五月才有时间写下来。我要写一下今年的巴黎鲁贝。
如果2026年只看一场自行车比赛，一定要看这场巴黎鲁贝。
看自行车比赛的朋友们都知道，巴黎鲁贝是最负盛名的春季古典赛，也是五大古典赛之一，传说中的北方炼狱。著名的“美利达好骑到哭”就是来自于2021年巴黎鲁贝终点线的名场面。
全程258.3公里，30段石头路，no ball的人是不敢来的（哈哈）。今年参赛阵容也很完整，古典赛名将基本都来了，尤其是三连冠的范德普尔，刚刚拿下米兰圣雷莫和环弗兰德斯冲击五大古典赛全满贯的波加查，这俩人赛前赔率不相上下，都是40%以上。绝大多数人都认为这场比赛会是这两个人之间的对决。但毫不意外的就出意外了，阿特赢了。不是捡漏，不是险胜，是硬生生的赢了下来。
其实这场比赛从一开始就不太正常，大家的速度快得吓人，甚至都没有形成突围集团。后面更是意外不断，跌宕起伏。早期波加查的车就坏了，折腾了半天还骑了中立车又追回来了，范德普尔在阿伦堡森林车子出了问题，来回换车损失了两分钟，一路狂追最后燃尽第四过线。甘纳和佩德森也是机械故障和摔车不断。阿特一直拼的很硬，进入石头路就顶在最前面，但在70公里处也发生了机械故障掉队，追了10公里生生追回来了，追回来就直接进攻。最后50公里基本变成了波加查和阿特两个人之间的对决，波加查无数次想甩掉阿特，但都没有机会，最后两个人在鲁贝竞技场冲刺对决，阿特果断进攻，终结了比赛，以破纪录的均速48.91km赢了他一直想赢的巴黎鲁贝。
我一直觉得自行车比赛第一凭天赋，第二凭运气，因为训练方法，技术，车队配合，或者队员努力的程度到达pro这个级别应该都大差不差。古典赛有了范德普尔，大环赛有了波加查，其他人在这个两个领域都差了那么一点天赋和运气。阿特在运气这一块尤其是短板，无数次的摔车，无数次的第二或第四，伤病，状态不好，总是差了那么一点点。
夺冠之后他嚎啕大哭，看直播的我也热泪盈眶，怎么说呢，有一种看凡人修仙传的感觉。有人混剪了一个视频，阿特最后冲刺的时候，各个体育频道的评论员，无论是不是比利时人，无论支持哪个车队，大家都在为他加油，都希望他能赢。人类在那一刻仿佛冲破了地域国籍语言的隔阂，这是简单的地球人希望另一个地球人能赢的故事。很美好。
这真的是一个好故事。但背后还有一个故事。阿特在2018年第一次参加巴黎鲁贝的时候，他的小伙伴兼队友迈克尔古拉茨骑到中途突发意外心脏骤停最终离世，当时怕影响他的成绩，车队在完赛之后才通知了阿特这个噩耗。这事儿变成了他的一个心结，他一直想赢一场把胜利献给队友，但一直赢不了，年年来，年年赢不了。八年过去了，终于实现了这个愿望。比赛之后，他把冠军得到的花束送给了这位队友的父母，老人把花放在了儿子的照片旁边。
所以，虽然范德普尔希望冲击记录四连胜，虽然波加查希望五大古典赛全满贯，每个人都有必须赢的理由。但我很高兴阿特赢了。
说到鲁贝竞技场，前几年去里尔的时候顺便去看了一圈。鲁贝本身是一个很有工业厂区气质的城市，紧凑的红砖房，街头涂鸦，清冷的街道，寥寥无几的行人。当年工业革命期间，鲁贝因为纺织业而得到快速发展，并且因为铁路的开通而成为重要商业中心。但1929年经济危机之后，尤其是在二战后，大批工厂关闭，鲁贝开始逐渐衰落。
鲁贝竞技场算是当地占地面积相当大的一个场所，有室内和室外的训练比赛场地，竞技场外墙印着各个闪闪发光的名字，比如Eddy Merckx。去的时候室内场地刚好有俱乐部在训练，进去看了一会，拍了拍照，大家也很友好。
场馆外面的角落里有一块巨大的石头，象征着巴黎鲁贝的石头路。每一位在比赛中获胜的选手也会获得一块石头奖杯，区别大概是第一名的石头大一点，第二名小一点儿，第三名的更小一点。据说还有狂热车迷从巴黎鲁贝的石头路上挖石头回家，这也就导致了本来就很难骑的石头路凭空多了很多坑，变得更灾难了。
鲁贝算是里尔的卫星城，大概距离里尔的市中心十公里左右。除去鲁贝竞技场，其实也没有太多值得看的东西。鲁贝这个名字总让我想起鲁棒性，也不知道最早是谁翻译的。要说音译的话，湖北似乎更加准确吧（哈哈哈）。
里尔是一座大城市，位于法国和比利时的边境，商业气息很浓重，带一些比利时风格。相对应的，我倒觉得布鲁塞尔不那么比利时，反倒有点法国风格。所以我不喜欢布鲁塞尔，比较喜欢的是靠近北边的弗兰德斯的区域，
说到这里，去个布鲁日吧。五月份这次出完差，我要给自己放个假。
祝正在放假的大家假期快乐。
Today is May 2nd, 2026, Saturday, sunny.
Yesterday was Labor Day, and I spent the whole day in meetings and writing documents. The hectic pace of 2026 continues.
Today I did laundry, tidied the house, and received packages. Finally, I feel a bit alive again, and I have time to write something.
The emotions of April are finally being written down in May. I want to write about this year’s Paris-Roubaix.
If I could only watch one cycling race in 2026, it would have to be the Paris-Roubaix 2026.
As cycling enthusiasts know, the Paris-Roubaix is the most prestigious spring classic, one of the five major classics, the legendary “hell in the north.”
The entire course is 258.3 kilometers, with 30 sections of cobblestone. Those no ball guys wouldn’t dare come (haha). This year’s the team was also quite complete, with most of the classics stars present, especially three-time champion MVDP, and also Pogacar, who recently won Milan-Sanremo and Tour of Flanders, aiming for a Grand Slam of the five major classics. Their pre-race odds were neck and neck, both above 40%. Most people expected this race to be a duel between these two. But unsurprisingly, something unexpected happened: Wout Van Aert. Not by chance, not by narrow margin, but by sheer force.
In fact, this race was unusual from the start. The pace was frighteningly fast, with no breakaway groups forming. The later stages were full of surprises and dramatic twists and turns. Pogacar’s bike broke down early on, and after much trouble, he even used a neutral bike to catch up. MVDP’s bike broke down in the Arenberg Forest, resulting in two minutes of back-and-forth bike swapping, but he managed to finish fourth despite a mad dash. Ganna and Pedersen also suffered from mechanical problems and crashes. Wout was relentlessly pushing, leading the pack on the cobblestone streets, but suffered a mechanical failure at the 70km mark and fell behind. He fought his way back for 10km and immediately launched an attack. The final 50km essentially became a duel between Pogacar and Wout. Pogacar tried countless times to shake Wout off, but without success. Finally, in the sprint final at the Roubaix Arena, Wout decisively attacked, ending the race with a record-breaking average speed of 48.91km/h, winning the Paris-Roubaix race he had always wanted to conquer.
I’ve always felt that cycling is first about talent, then luck. Training methods, technique, team coordination, and the level of effort a rider puts in at the pro level are all roughly equivalent. In classics, there’s MVDP; in grand tours, there’s Pogacar. Other riders in these areas lack that little bit of talent and luck. Wout was particularly weak in terms of luck, with countless crashes, countless second or fourth-place finishes, injuries, and poor —always falling just short.
After winning, he burst into tears, and I, watching the live online, was also moved to tears. It felt a bit like watching a fantasy novel. Someone created a video showing commentators from various sports channels, regardless of whether they were Belgian or not, regardless of which team they supported, cheering Wout on and hoping he would win. At that moment, humanity seemed to transcend geographical, national, and linguistic barriers; it was a simple story of a human being hoping another human being would win. It was beautiful.
This is truly a good story. But there’s another story behind it. When Wout first participated in the Paris-Roubaix in 2018, his teammate Michael Guerratz suffered a sudden cardiac arrest midway through the race and passed away. Fearing it would affect his performance, the team only informed Wout of the tragic news after the race. This became a deep-seated regret for him. He always wanted a win to dedicate to his teammate, but he couldn’t, year after year. Eight years later, he finally fulfilled his wish. After the race, he gave the bouquet he received as a champion to his teammate’s parents, who placed it next to their son’s photo. Indeed everyone had a reason to win. But I’m glad Wout won.
Speaking of the Roubaix Arena, I visited it a few years ago when I went to Lille. Roubaix itself is a city with a strong industrial feel, with compact red-brick buildings, street graffiti, quiet streets, and few pedestrians. During the Industrial Revolution, Roubaix developed rapidly due to the textile industry and became an important commercial center with the opening of the railway. However, after the economic crisis of 1929, and especially after World War II, many factories closed, and Roubaix began to decline.
The Roubaix Arena is a fairly large venue in the area, with indoor and outdoor training and competition areas. The exterior walls of the arena are adorned with various gleaming names, such as Eddy Merckx. When I visited, a club was training in the indoor area, so I went in for a while, took some photos, and everyone was very friendly.
In a corner outside the arena, there is a huge stone symbolizing the cobblestone streets of Roubaix-Paris. Each winner of the race receives a stone trophy, with the first-place stone being larger, the second smaller, and the third even smaller. It’s said that some enthusiastic cyclists dig stones from the cobblestone streets of Roubaix to take home, making the already difficult cobblestone roads even more potholed and disastrous.
Roubaix is a satellite city of Lille, about ten kilometers from the city center. Aside from the Roubaix Arena, there’s not much to see. The name Roubaix always reminds me of robustness; I wonder who originally translated it. If we’re talking about transliteration, Hubei province seems more accurate (hahaha).
Lille is a large city located on the border of France and Belgium, with a strong commercial atmosphere and a Belgian feel. In contrast, I find Brussels less Belgian and more French. Therefore, I don’t like Brussels; I prefer the Flanders region to the north.
Speaking of which, let’s go to Bruges. After this business trip in May, I’m going to take a vacation.