A rider becomes the World Champion. Then you look at his palmares on PCS and it hardly changed. Only in the fifth row of best results a number went from 1 to 2.
How much longer this will go on, no one knows. But it's become like a supermario game or something. Just collecting. Where and how Pogi finds the motivation, I don't know. I don't know anything about winning, demolishing all the others. Cause one day its a martian from Denmark, then its the MVP of cyclocross, then its the next Eddy Merckx. They take turns, nipping at you. Biting at your heels. Sometimes they get you, then you escape the next day. The phantom goats of the past chasing you in your dreams. Yet you're only the 2nd son of your own country, forever silently hated for betraying the chosen one, the Primus.
And then again you're just a normal person, a buddy, a lover, a partner. Just like any great human before, you are a mere mortal standing on someone's shoulders to peek into the great abyss, staring back at you.
Comes the next race and you reset. How?