Winning or losing a sprint is a lot like eating a baconator. There is a certain wild anticipation that precedes both events that really can’t be explained by words. For some it is about controlling the fear, maybe even the panic, and certainly the adrenaline rush. For others there is a natural rhythm that is almost second nature.
Most people don’t think twice when they see someone crush a triple patty baconator. The art of eating a baconator is not fully appreciated until you find yourself half naked, drunk, on an apartment floor drooling like David Hasslehoff.
Laurent Mangel defines a Hasselhoff sprint in the finale of stage 1 of 2012 the Criterium International.