I’ve always wanted to know– from the very beginning– how Richmond actually won the bid for this giant race coming to town. Was there a dude in Richmond that was up late, pacing around house in the wee hours of the night just dreaming about how to make it happen? Or did the upper echelon of the global cycling elite gather in a smoke filled room and throw darts at a map of the wirld? Neither one of those things happened. But what did happen involved the Kennedys of the cycling world, along with some good ol’ fashioned Richmond elbow grease. Check out the full story– The Road to Richmond 2015— by Mark Robinson via Richmond Magazine.
Photo above courtesy of Scott Elmquist, Style Weekly