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I love walkin’ around the neihborhood of Saint-Jacques. It’s quirky, artsy, and a wee bit offbeat. I mean, some locals speak in slang, and there's a jumble of opinions swirling. Ugh, people get so stubborn here sometimes—really makes me want to scream “pretty, pretty good” in Larry David style, but in a snarky, “seriously?!” kinda way.

I rode the full course of Liège-Bastogne-Liège and it opened my eyes to the beauty of this under-appreciated race