Right on the chin.

Of all the ways to crash in Paris-Roubaix...

I'd like to think the guy in the red jacket and helmet at 0:25 just dropped in out of nowhere to stand there and call him a pussy in some crazy modulated robot-voice.

Despite not seeing the sign, it still opened up his eyes...

What does a French man without a chin point at people when he's looking down on them?

So from the back of the field he doesn't notice them break off? Or just wanted to go his own way. The pavement in chin way.