Maillot Vert | Cycling Art Print
Sprinters are professional killers, paid to finish the peloton off with cool dead-eyed precision. Nothing can stand in their way. Win at all costs.
Some say their race is only 300 metres long. If so, it must be the longest 300 metres in all of sport, a lung-busting chasm of elite athletes go deep into the depths of oxygen debt at 45mph.
How far away does the finish line look as the sprint is launched? How enormous the boulevard? How suffocating the pressure, an entre race defined by a split secord? To hit or to miss?