Paris - Roubaix (Hell of the North)

No race punishes equipment and bodies like Roubaix. From the Trouée d’Arenberg to Mons‑en‑Pévèle and Carrefour de l’Arbre, the crown of the cobbles dictates speed and risk. Pacing is binary: either you’re in the front group when sectors bite, or you spend the day fighting dust, mud, and bad luck in the convoy.

Tyre pressure, wheel choice, and impeccable positioning matter as much as wattage.

The velodrome finish in Roubaix rewards the few who survive with a sprint from exhausted legs or a solo that starts impossibly far out and never comes back.