The riders dance as they scramble through a slender corridor of rabid fans. Plumes of smoke rise above a collection of flags, unfurling in the mountain breeze. The deafening roar of cheers and horns; the smell of beer and grilling meats. All around, mighty peaks loom over the chaos. For aficionados of professional cycling, riding the routes of the Strade Bianche or TDF can be an emotional voyage. These roads are the stadiums of our sport. Cycling doesn’t have a Fenway; there is no Wrigley Field. This sport’s history is literally written on the road. Join us, and enter cycling lore.