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"Snowstorms and for Theo"
Riding the race—that was the dream my brother Theo and I shared. The reports from Friesland were grim. The ice conditions were very poor. Near Sneek, I lost sight of Theo. Should I wait or press on? I chose the latter.
Snowstorms began to rise, and at Hindeloopen, continuing was prohibited. A dream shattered and 22 years of waiting began. In the meantime, I worked hard to improve my fitness.
1985
It’s 1985, and 'The Tour' is finally announced. Sadly without my brother, he had since passed away. I had to push through, but the finish was unforgettable! The medal was for Theo!