Allow me to educate the uninitiated: bicycle racing is the most beautiful sport in the world. It is also the most vicious, physically demanding, mentally taxing and emotionally draining experience imaginable. Which makes it the most whacked out choice anyone could make as a hobby or a career. Which makes it the most beautiful sport in the world.
No other sport has produced a such a weighty canon of bitter rivalries, betrayal and heroism. Many of these tales have reached almost mythical proportions in the re-telling: amateur devotees of the sport huddled over their espressos trading tales of pre-race superstitions, suicidal break-aways, and gladiatorial battles played out over hundreds of kilometres.
The professional cyclist is an aficionado of pain, a master strategist and at heart, a romantic. Not traits found in your average 18-year old. But then, this was never going to be about average.
Competing on New Zealand’s youth cycling circuit, Michiel Van Heyningen is talented, serious and in love with the sport and the roads of his spiritual homeland.
Cycling is a sport where training often involves hours upon hours of isolated self-punishment, braving all conditions, whilst learning the art of controlled suffering: often set to a backdrop of panoramic splendour against which the most magnificent of sporting stadia appear as poor facsimiles of nature’s ability to inspire. Michiel experiences this inspiration every day.