La Classicissima socks, it is a kind of race, if you win it you will reach eternal glory. If you win it 7 times like Eddie Merckx did, you are godlike. You can’t call it epic because it is total. A su-perhuman hustle that takes all of your cells. A 291 kilometer ride in a blow, from Milano to Sanremo. Rain, snow, hot, ice, wind. Everything could happen. There is no time for distraction. It is the race of unforgettable runaways. Like the Fausto Coppi one, when in 1946 won with 14 minutes of advantage on Tessieri (the second). 150 kilometers alone at 36km speed. It is the race of the Poggio and Cipressa. Killer climbs, to face after 250 kilometers of struggle. And then, a green warm breeze and a blue emerald sea unveals. It is the race that if you ride it, even if you are not a pro, you can feel like a real champion.