I've ridden them, but unlike the Molenberg or Kaplemurr they do not stay in the memory. Maybe that is because the Molenberg is the first and comes as a rude awakening after the rolling roads, a sharpe right and the days first cobbles are upon you. The Murr sits in your mind lurking like a sense of déjà vu, enhanced no doubt by years of TV scrunity or by staring at iconic images of the race winner soloing over the top. The view of the Chapel greets you as an old friend ushering towards the finish, the extra energy it gives is better than any energy gel I have used. Cresting the climb is a memory that will stay with me forever. I can't wait to go and visit again this year.
