Of all the monuments, the most brutal and perhaps the most glorious, is the Queen of the Classics; Paris Roubaix. The start of the race is always full of nerves as the riders prepare themselves for 257 km of twisting roads with 30 secteurs of punishing cobbles. These are not the manicured cobbles of Belgium; old farm roads and arrow straight trenches that look as though they've been unimproved since Roman chariots rolled through Gaul. Those who survive the attritional nature of the race finish on the famed Roubaix Velodrome, and are rewarded with lukewarm showers in the antiquated lockers. It is a matter of pride to earn one of those showers - the best of the best will roll on for that glory! To Roubaix!