KGB.WTF
JOIN CLUB
You don't choose your crew. The road chooses it for you.
200km in the rain. Crosswinds on the Rhine. The moment someone cracks on Zoncolan — and the moment someone waits for them.
Loyalty is not a word we say. It's the bottle you hand to the rider behind you. The jacket you carry for someone else. The pace you hold when you could go faster.
Born in Basel's industrial north. Kleinhuningen — where the Rhine turns heavy, the docks rust, and the roads lead out.
This is where we meet. This is where we suffer. This is where we return.
Not a clubhouse. A starting line.