Greig Leach

Once the peloton realized that it would never catch the seven men up the road, they basically sat up and coasted their way to Wevelgem (you realize that is quite an exaggeration). Sylvain Chavenel (IAM Cycling) didn't care for the pace the group was riding an went off on his own in search of the groups up the road. When a rider is in this position, between groups on the road, it is referred to being in no-man's land. That phrase has particularly strong connotations in the fields of Belgium, where so many died in the trench warfare of the Great War (WWI). Even the poles that will soon hold grape vines remind one of the lines of barbed wire fencing that would separate the warring sides.