We spent Saturday driving the Paris-Roubaix course backwards, shooting b-roll on the uncrowded pavé sectors. Along the way we ran into all sorts of characters, including two aging Belgian ex-pros who’d posted up along the cobbles with their camper vans. They had the full set-up – flags, grill cooking fresh fish, and beer. In a mixture of French, Flemish, and English (me speaking English, them speaking Flemish and French) we managed to have some laughs. They seemed super excited to be standing in a rain soaked field along an old farm road in the middle-of-nowhere-France and I have to admit it wasn’t half bad.