Cobbles under gray skies and lightly rimmed with mud. Cobbles in sunlight. No matter what weather presented itself for the great cobbled Classics, the races were as punishing for riders as they were equally thrilling for fans. The looming bergs of Flanders and the dusty, broken farm roads leading to Roubaix were incredibly selective and the strong only stood taller after navigating their way safely through. Shaken, bruised, even bleeding, they pushed on. Here is a look back on an incredible week at some of the most beautiful races in the world.