Saturday, July 31, 2010

Saturday Shop Ride Wrapup


Great group outta Family Bike Shop today, started with 13, popped a couple, lost one mid-ride to domestic concerns. Major distress on my part for the first hour, legs were as closed as a Kansas liquor store on Easter Sunday morning - highest volume week I've had so far with ~ 9.5 hours prior to this morning, incl. some tempo intervals. Comfy in second hour. Third hour, average pace in the low 20's... kinda hot for an up & down ride. Got dropped on a long hill, badly. Lost a quarter mile to the lead 3 up the hill. TT'ed back up to the group over the top, dragging another straggler up. Hung tough in the rollers. Got going on the long flat. Pushed the pace hard. Discovered how to win the race to the sprint line without sprinting... push the pace so high, nobody can come around to actually sprint. Got 3-4 hours of L2 on tap for tomorrow AM.

And there was rejoicing in the land, for the Rouleur was once again dying on the hills, yet rouleuring it all over the damned flats!

Artist's Impression: Rejoicing in the Land

Thursday, July 29, 2010

Fried Day

You know you're a lameass cyclist when you cruise down onto a familiar road that's just been milled. The surface is shitty and bumpy, there's nails and screws and glass in the debris, and, BTW, you discover the source of tube-puncturing wires is when they chew up the traffic sensors at stoplights. The manhole covers stick up like frickin' periscopes. Hey, you're looking at a flat here. But you're cackling anyhow. "Fresh tarmac here soon... sweeeet!" Dork.

Speaking of dorkitude, the wife & kid are off in Old Blighty running Grandad ragged and getting ready for the marriage of Nephew #3. So I've got tons of free time on my hands. How am I celebrating? By going to bed early most nights, eating healthier than usual, and riding my ass off. Dork.

Yep. I'm missing them quite a bit. It's not the same without 'em, y'know?

When my mind is a little uneasy I look for comfort music, stuff that I can listen to that peps me up, but sets my mind at ease. This usually means variations on rockabilly, surf music, and other guitar-heavy, upbeat tunes. Here's some old, and new favorites.

Ever heard of Los Straightjackets? They're pretty good.



In that spirit... one of my recent faves that Pandora dumped in my lap is Ike Reilly Assassination. Great lyrics, thumpin' guitar, wry sense of humor. They are amazing. I like this one in particular because it reminds me of a artsy hippie chick I once dated. My commie drove a VW Golf, not a Nova. She probably couldn't have been cooler - had a solo show at a major gallery in Koeln when she was 23 or 24 = but possibly driving a Nova would have helped.



They've got some musical range too. Check this out.



Why isn't that the soundtrack for some new Apple product's ad campaign? You got me. Maybe 'cuz they're better than that. Check this out:



That's got a Violent Femmes meets Bay City Rollers Vibe... y'know, if either of those bands could actually play their instruments. And they must be good because Gogol Bordello remade one of their songs, gypsy punk style.



Okay, I've decided that although I like them, Gogol Bordello makes no fucking sense whatsoever. Maybe we're heading down a dead end there. Let's go back to that last intersection of guitars & people who would drive a Nova. Check out the Hillbilly Hellcats, one of my favorite psychobilly bands.



The first time I heard that song, I damn near ran the truck off the road. Those lyrics are pretty blunt.

Ahem. Speaking of blunt and psychobilly, the Reverend Horton Heat preaches on the subject:



The Reverend isn't one-dimensional either. Sometimes he does straight country. This is maybe the best breakup song I've ever heard.



Other than this one - which apparently comes from a galaxy where Woody Guthrie, Jello Biafra and James Hetfield are one person.



Okay, so maybe I don't listen to music that's exactly comforting. But it is offbeat upbeat. For what it's worth, I had a friend who had a Galaxy 500, if memory serves correctly. We roadied for this promoter, and worked a BB King show. After the show, my buddy fired up the car, and this eerie glow started coming from under the hood. We popped it, and the engine was burning up. So we drove it across the field where the concert was, to near a pond, and left it. I know - the logic here is not immediately evident. Beer may have been involved. Either way, the fire burnt itself out eventually, and when my boy came back the next morning, it started right up. All the rubber parts, including the insulation on the wires, had burned off. But it ran, scorch marks and all. That was a badass car and the black & copper of the engine prefigured the steampunk movement by a good six or seven years. And yeah, BB King gave a pretty good show.

Gotta get some surf music in there. But with a twist. Here's Dick Dale with Stevie Ray Vaughn, with the first, last and middle word in surf music, Pipeline.



Dale is who a lot of these psychobilly bands are riffing on. He's a big influence on their guitar style. He defined the sound. Speaking of surfing, have you ever seen "Riding Giants"? If I'm flipping through the channels and find this film, I can't turn the station over. It's an amazing film; I'm transfixed by the 70 foot waves. Now somebody has gone and mashed up my favorite Dick Dale song, with scenes from Riding Giants. I watch this, and get totally amped.



Like Downy kitchen towel, that's a quicker picker upper.

Well, time to bring the show to a close for the week. Guess I'll shut 'er down with some SCOTS. Can't go wrong there.



And here's one that will maybe take my friend Megs back to Chapel Hill - SCOTS playing in their native environment, Local 506. Gotta love how Mary Huff gets down to the nitty gritty...

Another One Masticates The Finely Ground Basalt...



Knocked out another chunk of Carmichael's two week endurance block. This one was 2-3 hours L2, with 30 minutes tempo rolled in. I interpreted that as two fifteen minute intervals in a 2:20 ride. It was a fun ride - 1530 kJ of work, Average power 200, NP 255, 126 TSS points. Nothing major, just nice. I was on my cooldown, soft pedaling down a long flat when a gnarly looking dude on a Harley pulled up next to me and started making funny hand gestures - an old rugby buddy, Joey B! He wanted to know what I could do. So I wound it up as hard as I could go on the flat, seated, and he paced next to me. 37! Not bad for not having done any speed work whatsoever. After that I stopped and we had a chat, then I eased it on home the last mile or two. Very nice. You just never know who you're going to run into out there on the road.

Now, for you moment of non-Zen...

Monday, July 26, 2010

Partially About Cycling




Now that the TdF is over, I can get back to reading National Enquirer in the evenings. I found out today that Whitney Houston has a $6500 / day drug habit. I don't know about you, but I'm more in awe, than shocked by that figure. I wonder if she had to sell all her bikes on E-Bay to buy the drugs? I hear that's how ballas do it these days.

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Tour Wrapup: It was a good race, and Radio Shack accomplished their season priority, apparently, which was winning the Prestigious Team Competition
™. My friend Ryan wrote a very perceptive discussion of the TdF at The Service Course and it actually shamed me into writing some coherent thoughts, rather than just raving about what an ass some of the GC and Green Jersey contenders were in select stages.

I liked the unpredictability of the early stages and that goofy out-again-in-again format in the Pyrenees. The stage people thought was totally unpredictable - Stage 3 - was actually kinda predictable if you thought about it. Now stop for a second - which teams in the Tour are strong classics teams that perform well in the Northern classics, with domestiques who kick ass on the cobbles? Yeah, that's right. Saxo, Quickstep, maybe Cofidis, and wherever Flecha is riding right now. Both Schlecks are very strong Northern Classics riders (though they prefer their roads a tad smoother, e.g. Liege, Amstel) and the cobbled crew also happen to be the top rouleurs on the team - Stewy and Spartacus. JensDiesel doesn't quail at flat, rough roads either. So a strong Stage 3 throwdown by Saxo was perhaps the least surprising thing I saw that day, other than random flats and crashes.

I also liked how the wily, aging, step-or-two slower Petacchi managed to snare the green jersey, parlaying steady good performance into a great Tour. Granted, winning the green jersey is not the same as winning the Prestigious Team Competition, but for an aging sprinter it's a great, great result. I wonder what the Superman of yesteryear, Robbie McEwen, thinks about Petacchi's win.

Garmin can't catch a break. Except for Ryder the Rider, who had an awesome tour riding, near as I can tell, unsupported. What's up with JV and the long run of bad luck this team is having? I don't get it.

Jens bitched about the uphill dirt road TT in the Giro a few years ago and about one of the goofy mountain stages this year. These were very exciting rides and really made the races in which they were inserted. The measure then, for how tough & random the "shake it up" stages ought to be to make a grand tour fun to watch, is "hard enough to make Jens Voigt cry." Are you not entertained?

Footon's uniforms make them look like a leatherette a futon, setting a low unrivalled by any kit that has appeared post 1995, but my wife said that AG2R had the first team kit she's ever seen that looked really, really good. Nicholas Roche & John Gadret had nice tours as well. This can only mean two things: they’ll have new, ugly uniforms next year that put Futon to shame, and (b) Roche and Gadret will move to a more upscale team with ugly, non-descript kit.

I don't give a shit that Lance rides to beat cancer. You don't change your kit on the startline and delay the race. Hey, if this is the new norm and if I drop my pants and start waving my schwantz around at a wedding, will saying "I did it to beat cancer" keep the cops from arresting me? Sorry, it was a dumb publicity stunt. I appreciate that part of the intent that was good and wholesome but wish that Lance would ride with the class we expect from a former world champ and a Tour champ.

Like Cadel. He rode a couple weeks and a couple thousand miles with a broken elbow. Sometimes the World Champ jersey destroy's a man; other times it turns him into the Pope of the Peloton (Bettini) or into superman. Cadel's rainbow jersey seems to have turned him into a tough racer. I mentioned it before but it deserves another mention; his performance this year has turned my opinion of him around 180 degrees.

The only way to roll is to DVR the morning coverage on Versus. The evening coverage is unspeakably worse. They even manage to make Bobke sound dull. And why is Craig Hummer - who is getting a lot better - doing play by play, while Robbie Ventura is out wandering around doing human interest bits? Seems to me that should be the opposite way.

The GC competition was good but with serious letdowns in it. This is exactly why they have the other jersey competitions, and why the TV and press coverage needs to focus more on the one team that was going for an unprecedented with in The Prestigious Team Competition.

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There's a guy who runs a blog called Busted Carbon. It's funny because he gets people to send him all these pictures of carbon fiber bikes and parts that have busted. This is funny because they all insist that they weren't doing anything wrong when it just blew apart. Sometimes this happens - but most of the damage is crash damage, and at least half the crashes appear to involve driving the car into the garage with the bike on top. Shit, you do that with an aluminum or steel bike, you'll probably wreck it. FWIW, I've been riding a relatively inexpensive Giant TCR since 2006. My weight has never dipped below 250 since the day I bought it; it has upwards of 20,000 miles on the frame and fork, and I wrench on the damn thing when I do jumps and starts, throwing around 1600 arm-and-back-assisted watts at times, enough to have broken many chains and three chainrings. Unfortunately, I don't have a picture of the frame not breaking under that load, and even if I did it wouldn't be very interesting blog fodder. Sometimes there are manufacturing defects in carbon bikes, but a lot of these photos are crash damage, or show the marks of faulty maintenance or installation. The fact is anything will break in a crash or if you install it wrong, and carbon fails catastrophically rather than gradually, and it's easier than many metals to install improperly. So you probably shouldn't ride carbon if you aren't technically competent to maintain it, or if you plan on crashing or dropping it hard or against sharp edges, or running it into your garage door frame while mounted atop your car. And yes, although I'd love a Fisher Superfly, carbon fiber mountain bikes are *just asking for it*.

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Totally random incident here.

Pastor Rick Warren - the Purpose Driven Life guy, accidentally burned his eyes with the toxic sap of the Firestick Plant.

You see, this is why you should be widely read. I found out in Wikipedia that
The milky sap contained in this plant is corrosive and extremely toxic. Contact with skin causes severe burning; contact with the eyes may cause severe pain, and may cause temporary blindness for up to 7 days.
Now Pastor Rick, he reads him some bible, probably in a bunch of languages. But does he cruise the web all the time, hit Wikipedia, and read random stuff on blogs? Probably not. If he did, he'd be safer.

The bible, while it's a very important book - possibly more important than the Saris Powertap Owner's Manual for the PT SL - doesn't cover everything. I’m thinkin’ if the good book had a warning about Firestick Plants (“trim ye not the red succulent bush with tiny spikes, lest the fruit of its loins smiteth upon thy peepers mightily”) that he’d have avoided it. But he doesn't, so now he's sittin' at home, waiting for his sight to be miraculously restored by God, or the passage of roughly 7 days (a religiously important number, BTW) which is how long the Wiki says it takes for the blindness to clear up.

This is what happens when you rely on the Bible instead of reliable sources like Wikipedia and random web sites. You bin warned...

Sunday, July 25, 2010

Wanna go for a ride?

Sooner or later it's time to fish or cut bait.

That time's come for me, for the 2010 'cross season. After a long layoff over the winter, I'm riding okay. Haven't been training per se; just riding hard sometimes, easy others. The back is creaky - good most days, a bit painful on others. And I'm fat as a monk. The time's come to get serious about it. This means getting the diet going, starting my core & upper body work, and doing actual training on the actual bike. I think it will take about 12 weeks to get into pretty good condition, or at least pretty good insofar as my limiters for this year will let me.

I've been working the diet program into place, and I'm going to try a reasonably well known, reliable program to cover the training bases. The diet is going to come from Matt Fitzgerald, Racing Weight. I've been tinkering with it and I can live with it. It's like Paleo but with whole grains, and without the obsessive focus on exotic meats. Though Paleo was stripping weight off me before I hurt my back, it was harder than hell to ride on it; there just aren't enough calories. Fitzgerald addresses that with whole grains, and it works a lot better for me.

The training plan is going to come from Carmichael, Time Crunched Cyclist. He uses a program that requires 8 hours of training per week, with dips to 6 hours, and with supplemental volume allowing you to hit 11. This is perfect because it's about what I can comfortably spare, long term, without compromising at work or at home. It's not that much different from what I've done in past years, the exception being that there's no long basebuilding period, and the tempo and VO2 intensity periods are mixed together, so I'll be strong for some weeks but will then fade, rather than riding strong all fall and winter. I've got two weeks coming up, starting Wednesday, where I'll have a lot of time on my hands thanks to some happy circumstances in my personal life. This will be a good time to get it rolling.

Coincidentally, this will allow me to knock out what Carmichael calls an Endurance Block. It's not part of his regular plan; rather it's a two week training camp exercise with 17-21 hours/week of endurance zone riding. Call it Base-in-a-Box if you will. It's a big jump in volume from ~10 hours of mixed intensity work, but it will knock off 10-15 pounds, and get my legs prepped to do some more focused power work. Secret Fact About Me: Gros and I discovered that I thrive more than most with higher volume training, so after this block I'll likely be very comfortable on the bike and ready to attack the intensity work. I'll be riding strictly zone 2, a little slow maybe, but steady. Going hard with that much volume would invite injury, so it's going to be No Shit Zone 2 rides, don't even try to goad me into riding tempo. After this mondo basebuilder, it's into the first build phase of Carmichael's plan. This should have me in decent shape by early to mid-October, and riding up to whatever potential I have in me this season, by mid-November. Barring injury, unforeseen work setbacks, etc.

The one problem I have is that this is going to get pretty damn boring after a couple days of riding. Zone 2 is fun riding, but when you're doing a lot of it, it helps to have a partner.

If any of you are interested in joining me, so that I can bore you rather than boring myself for a few hours, then drop me a line. Endurance pace for me is around 18 MPH average, though I'll be going by power output. My schedule is posted below and I'm going to leave it at the top of the blog. Days I'm riding in the morning or night are marked AM or PM, and days I code in red are days I'm definitely riding from DC due to work or other in-town commitments. AM, DC - means probably a 6:00 or 6:15 start. Otherwise I'm probably somewhat flexible. As the schedule fills up with plans I'll let you know by updating it, and maybe adding comments about rides ridden. If you have good route suggestions I'm open to mixing it up a little too, the sole criteria being flat to rolling, and starting in D.C. or somewhat nearby. My email is james_m1 and I am at verizon daht net. (Sorry about the antispam crypto there).




Friday, July 23, 2010

Declined...

I don't know where I fit into all of your online lives, but I know what I think about you guys as readers. A recent business offer gave me occasion to think about that. So here's what I think and why I'm thinking about it.

Occasionally I get offers to commercialize my blog and make some money from it. A couple money-making big blog friends of mine ask periodically why I don't try to take the blog bigtime - my writing is apparently okay when I take time to edit it, the topics are sometimes funny, and evidently I say what a lot of you are thinking but can't quite articulate; or I say exactly the opposite of that and give you a chance to argue. Yeah, I'm the blogger's blogger, in the same way that, say, John Prine is the songwriter's songwriter. He doesn't have tons of fans, except among good songwriters...

So my response to their question is always the same: I have a good job and I'm not really trying to make money here. If it happens and it fits with my project, cool. If not... who cares!

Sure, I sometimes recommend good stuff and include an Amazon product link. I get a small referral fee and if you buy what I link to, I make a few bucks. It's a nice deal but I almost do it as a convenience for you - the pay is only nice if I recommend something popular and expensive that a lot of you then go and buy. I sometimes point you to local shops. I do that because I think you can find what you need at a particular shop, or because you should support shops that generously support local racing. And as far as I know, all I get from that is good will.

So moneymaking is not my purpose in blogging. I blog instead because entertaining and interesting things happen all the time in biking and racing and sometimes to me, and this is a place to chat about it, and and hear what others with common interests have to say. This is a corner bar, a water cooler, or the front porch of my cycling life. It's where we swap stories and have some yucks.

I don't want to screw any of that up.

As the man said, we kinda got a relationship. A couple different ones, really. The first relationship is riders who speak to each other and think through things and help each other enjoy our sport, in a collegial and uncomplicated way. The second aspect of a relationship is that a lot of us have real world relationships. Me, I don't want to screw up my real life relationships with you or people I do business with as a race promoter or rider, or with folks in my professional life. The third relationship is the relationship of my online persona to my actual person; I need to stay true to myself and don't do anything that would be inconsistent with how I try to live.

So the offer I received recently was simple. I was asked if I was willing to put up a link to a new website that will sell tons of bike gear - imagine the bike section of BackCountry.com. In exchange, I'd get enough money to pay for race entries for maybe 2/3ds of cross season. That's not big money but it ain't chump change either.

I had to think hard about that. My wife recently scaled back her work to part time; I'm always guilty feeling about the considerable sums I dump into my bikes. So it'd be nice, then, to be able to say my race entries were paid for by the blog.

But there are other things to think about. I really don't want to be pimping a website that I don't personally use yet and probably never will (so how can I recommend it to you?) and I don't want to cut against my general instinct to support the folks who sponsor my team, sponsor our races, and serve the local community.

The thing about not sending all of you to a website I don't know much about yet or use myself is a big concern for me. When I say a product is good or bad, I do so honestly, based on what I know about it from first hand, or trusted second hand factual information. If I get something for free to test from a shop or the local hydra headed group omniblog, I tell you that. When I say gear or a book is good, or to visit a local shop for a particular need, it's because I mean it and that's what I'd do myself.

Pointing you guys to a website that I don't yet use - and probably won't in light of the generous pro & bro deals I get from the shops I associate with - seemed like it would be a little bit off in light of the relationship we have, the little community of readers / friends who gather here, and how things have operated in the past. Yeah, I like the status quo. It's nice.

So after thinking about it for a couple days and asking a few friends for their thoughts, my initial reservations were confirmed and with some regret I turned down the offer.

This doesn't make me a paragon of integrity, and please don't think that I'm claiming that mantle or trying to come off as a martyr. It's just that you are honest with me about what you are thinking and I strive to be honest with you. A blind link to a company I don't know much about, in exchange for caish money, just isn't consistent with how I've run the blog so far.

Don't get me wrong. I'm not condemning other bloggers who establish a relationship with this particular company. In fact, it looks like a wonderful company and I wish them all the success in the world. I'd be happy to entertain other offers from them to do other things, because they seem to be straight shooters and it looks like they'll go big pretty quick. It'd sure be nice to be hitching my wagon to that star, even for token benefits.

But it's not where I'm at right now, and if I went for it I'm not sure all of you would think the same way about me. More importantly I'm not sure if I'd think about me in the same way.

As noted above, I ain't trying to impress you or anything with all this. I just thought you'd appreciate knowing where I'm coming from.

Thursday, July 22, 2010

Thoughts on the Queen

Weird stage today. Magnificent, but the ending left me feeling... deflated. It was an epic act of coitus interruptus, that neither AC nor AS could do something decisive. Instead, they punted to the TT, where Contador will likely turn in a good (but not stage winning) performance to beat Schleck in an okay (but not great) ride. Sad, in a way... what could have been.

But there were some amazing things that made the day rival the Strade Bianchi stage of this year's Giro.

First, Sammy Sanchez rode incredibly bravely. Ever had a bruised sternum? It sounds about as fun as it is. I don't think anybody bitched about the peloton dishonoring the race by slowing for him, did they?

Russia produces magnificent, tough, suffering cyclists. They may not be fastest on a give day but you can bet your borscht there will be a Russian in the long break, taking a flyer, or gutting it out in an attack. I'm surprised they don't win more classics.

Flecha rode great. He spent the day in the break, got dropped, recovered, and finished with an elite group. 'Cuz he's the arrow!

Sastre had the ballsiest performance of the tour. Win the stage or finish well, it's into the top 5 or onto the podium, when he attempted - for three hours - to bridge up to the 7 man break. Blow up, and it's slinking up the Tourmalet with McEwen. Sastre, sadly, blew up. Sherwen nailed it when he said, "you expect Merckx to make a move like that in 1968, but not Sastre in 2010." Bravo, Sastre! You're my hero.

So's Jens Voigt, AKA the Human Bandage Factory. The camera didn't linger on Jens much because it's R-rated to show somebody who has been chopped up that badly. As he said yesterday, he's going to finish the race. Tough.

So is Cadel Evans. The World Championship jersey has this effect on racers - they are either cursed, or they become great. I never liked Cadel before, but now, he's riding in a way that brings tremendous honor to the jersey, and I have gained immense respect for him. He's grown into it, riding toward Paris on a broken elbow. Even writing that phrase makes me shiver a little. Chapeaux, Cadel!

Lotto is riding great for their young star, Juergen Vandenbroeke. He's riding great, sitting in fifth. I'm thinking it's nice for Flanders to have something in cycling to looking forward to in July, other than 'cross season.

The sheep holding up Astana were a nice touch. Basque bandits would have been nicer, but I'll settle for a herd of Basco-Bearnais.

Ale Jet was suffering like a freaking pig at the bottom of the first climb, bent over, clutching the bars, bobbing up and down. Meanwhile, Thor Hushovd, a pretty serious climber for a big dude, was soft pedaling next to him, hands on the flats, chatting him up.

Saxo Bank, like its predecessor CSC, has a ton of great riders who are very strong in their own way. And like CSC, Saxo doesn't have anybody who can get it done decisively in the grand tours. I was rooting for Schleck when he turned around repeatedly and taunted Contador, but he too was unable to git 'er done. It's like that brilliant kid you knew in college who bagged it and got a job as a barista... total wasted potential. Their pacemaking, particularly Stewies and Spartacus's, was a thing of beauty... Andy just wasn't able to line up the kill shot.

Finally, I've been a harsh critic of Phil Liggett's voiceover, but I taped the morning broadcast, and Phil was pretty much on top of his game. There was something about Thanksgiving games that brought out the best in Madden, Michigan-Ohio State always caused Keith Jackson to shine, and the Queen Stage of the TdF brings out the best in Phil. He may have lost a step, but he still closed real strong.

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I don't have a lot of music for you 'cuz it's late as hell and I just stopped watching the Tour. I got a little though. This one seemed appropriate.




That is all.

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

And Another Thing...

In all this talk about assy sprinters, petulant lying GC contenders, stage-throwing TT'ers, and aging superstars who just can't depart gracefully, we tend to forget what is really important about pro bike racing:

Jens Voigt.

On Tuesday, Jens took for him what is a routine spill. He was cruising down the Col de Peyresourde at a modest 45 MPH, when his front tire exploded, probably from intimidation at being in the presence of Jens Voigt.

Jens hit the ground mildly, tearing up a huge gouge in the tarmac, causing landslides in California and a small tsunami that wiped out the island nation of Australia, which won't be missed (by the Kiwis) anyhow. Very thoughtfully, Jens donated some skin to the road in the hope that leaving a patch of his superdermis - an extra layer of hardened armor-like skin possessed only by Jens - would help it heal faster, or at least protect it from cracking, because the only other thing in the world covered by Jens' skin has never cracked either.

Jens also gallantly broke a couple of his own ribs in the fall, not wanting to disrespect the Col, which enjoys quite a reputation within the Tour. Once he stopped bleeding profusely, Jens mounted a borrowed bike sized for an infant, or perhaps Andy Schleck, and rode the remaining 140km to the finish with broken ribs on what looked like a kid's bike, riding the first 40km in a solo TT effort just to catch up to the race convoy. As he noted at the post-race presser,
My ribs are hurting but hey, broken ribs are overrated anyway. Fortunately, I didn’t land on my face this time and I’m still alive. I was offered a ride on the truck that picks up abandoned riders but I’m not going to quit another Tour de France. Now there’s a rest day and Paris is not that far away.
In all seriousness, I could try to make something up about how tough Jens is, but nothing I can fabricate would do him justice. Still, I'll try, and recycle this old post from 2008. When I first posted it, I did so jokingly. Little did I know, everything I said then (in a post that appears to have started the Voigt=Norris internet meme) was literally true. It's a lame move to recycle one's own blog posts, but compared to Jens, we're all lame so I don't even feel ashamed to do so.
Jens Voigt doesn't read books. He just attacks until the books relent and tell him everything he wants to know.

Waldo can't be found because Jens dropped him doing hill repeats... on K2.

Jens doesn't spin or mash the pedals... he kicks them into submission.

Jens Voigt puts the "laughter" in "Manslaughter."

Jens Voigt climbs so well for a big guy because he doesn't actually climb hills; the hills cower in fear and seem to shrink when he draws near.

If you are a UCI Pro and you Google "Jens Voigt," the only result you get is "it's not to late to take up kickball, Fred."

Jens was a math prodigy in elementary school, putting "Attack!" in every blank space on all his tests. It would be the wrong answer for everybody else, but Jens solves every problem by attacking.

Jens' testicles are bald because hair does not grow on a mixture of titanium, brass, steel, and cold, hard granite.

Some lucky horses are hung like Jens Voigt.

Jens once had a heart attack on the Tourmalet. Jens counterattacked repeatedly until the heart gave up and rode in on the sag wagon.

Jack was nimble, Jack was quick... and Jens still drove him to quit racing bikes and become an ice dancing commentator on Lifetime.

If Jens Voigt was a country, his principle exports would be Pain, Suffering, and Agony.

If Jens Voigt was a planet, he'd be the World of Hurt.

Jens Voigt doesn't know where you live, but he knows exactly where you will die.

Jens Voigt *is* the most interesting man in the world. But he's not thirsty.

Jens Voigt doesn't have a shadow because he dropped it repeatedly until it climbed into the CSC team car and retired, claiming a stomach ailment.

Jens Voigt visited The Virgin Islands last year. They are now called The Islands.

Jens Voigt once challenged Lance Armstrong to a "who has more testicles" contest. Jens won... by five.

Cans of Whoop-Ass are comprised of Jens' dead skin flakes. You don't want to know what the Pentagon can do with his snot.

You are what you eat. Jens Voigt eats spring steel for breakfast, fire for lunch, and a mixture of titanium and carbon fiber for dinner. For between-meal snacks he eats men's souls like a handful of peanuts, and downs them with a tall cool glass of The Milk of Human Suffering.

Jens Voigt believes it's not butter.

Jens Voigt can eat just one.

The first time mankind split the atom was when the atom tried to hold Jens Voigt's wheel, but cracked decisively.

Jens Voigt is the new black.

Jens Voigt doesn't complain about what suffering does to him... but suffering complains about what Jens Voigt does to it.

Jens Voigt can start a fire by rubbing two mud puddles together.

Guns kill a couple dozen people every day. Jens Voigt kills 180.

Jens's tears are so tough they could beat Brock Lesnar for the World Mixed Martial Arts heavyweight crown. Too bad Jens never cries.

Greg Lemond wasn't shot in the leg by his brother, as he claimed... Jens sneezed on him.

The Book of Revelations originally said "and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Jens Voigt." They changed "Jens Voigt" to "Death" because Jens isn't ready to kill everybody... yet...

God drives a car with a bumper sticker that says "Jens is my co-pilot."

Jens Voigt nullified the periodic table because the only element he believes in, is the element of surprise.

The grass is always greener on the other side. Unless Jens Voigt has been riding on the other side in which case it's white with the salty, dried tears of all the riders whose souls he has crushed.
The bottom line is that if Lance Armstrong was as tough as Jens Voigt...

Oh, who am I kidding. That's not even plausible.

Back At It...

Quick update for those who've asked about my well-being: I returned the other day from a week spent with the family and a substantial chunk of the shop ride crew at Cuttyhunk, an amazing little island in the Elizabeths chain between Cape Cod and the mainland. We rented most of the houses in this little compound, and focused on doing nothing but having fun for a week. There wasn't a lot to do there, which meant we were very busy. Ten adults, nine kids, and not enough hours in the day. It's possible that a couple hundred bloody marys were drunk, along with over a dozen cases of beer. It's also possible that a couple dozen ginormous stripers (that's a fish, not a mis-spelling of 'strippers') were caught with the assistance of Seahawk Charters captain Duane Lynch, and that bikes were ridden primarily for the purpose of obtaining ice cream. It could be that this entry is being written by the undisputed Spoons champion of the island. And we may have had a feast every night thanks to the well-developed but not well-known culinary capabilities of the shop ride crew. It may have been that the kids watched less than 3 hours TV, thanks to the fact there was nothing to do and they were so busy doing it and not being bored. And it may be that it was the best vacation I have ever had.

I'm a little bit fuzzy about it because I'm still in the midst of a post-vacation buzz, which may be stemming from the daily dopamine overdose, or then it could be the vodka. Pictures of big fish to follow...

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After a week spent in blessed ignorance of TdF news, I returned to find out that there'd been some headbutting, some Farrarwhining, some Cavgloating, and a number of other things going on at the Tour. What a weird turn of events, that Renshaw would get thrown out for his antics...

The most recent controversy involves the earth-shaking question, did Contador know that Schleck had dropped his chain on Port de Bales? More importantly, does it matter?

My take on this, as in many social matters, is that there are written and unwritten rules. Much of the outrage over the slowdown on Stage 2, the attacks on the cobbles of Roubaix, and Renshaw/Cav's antics, exists only because many of us are as aware of the unwritten rules as the written ones.

Unwritten rules are no less binding than the written ones; and the unwritten rules are the ones that govern our behavior most of the time.

In the real world, most people are aware of the unwritten rule that you don't walk up to a cop and start taunting him, nor does one act like an ass in front of a cop. Either behavior serves as an invitation for trouble. Yet some people, completely unaware of the existence of the rule, become completely outraged when the cop reacts to the taunting, or the brandishing of a prison cocktail on the front lines of a heated protest. The rest of us know what's coming because it's the rules; do we have to spell it out for you?

In cycling, I think we've detected several unwritten rules, the observance (or breach) of which caused consternation. In Stage 2, the rule was that when the peloton has had enough on an ultimately meaningless stage of a grand tour - such as 80-100 riders going down pretty hard - that most of the riders don't mind calling it a day. On the cobbles, the rule we detected was that riders expect to have breakdowns, and it's just part of the race there and not something that the leaders would slow for. In bunch sprints, we saw a few unwritten rules in play. As Julian Dean demonstrated, one can lean in or nibble away at another rider's line. As Mark Renshaw demonstrated, one cannot headbutt, or openly and intentionally steal another rider's line or force him into the barriers.

Most of the controversy over these events comes from people who look at the rule book, consider that a race is going on, and can't comprehend why in the hell anybody would ease up in a race, or take any action that is not immediately advantageous. Cancellara could have added minutes to his lead, and knocked maybe 20 riders out of the Tour on the second stage - why didn't he do so? If he was merciful then, why didn't he show mercy when GC contenders were flatting and crashing on Stage 3? And what's wrong with Renshaw running Farrar into the barriers - it's racing, right, and if you don't like contact you shouldn't be in the bunch sprint! There's nothing in the rules about it...

Unwritten rules can be pretty maddening if you don't have a sense of the overall unwritten regulatory scheme. What a lot of the armchair critics miss is the larger unwritten rule of the Tour. That rule is pretty simple, and pretty humane. It's a three week race; beat your competitors fair and square but remember you have to live with them eight hours a day for three weeks, and that what you do today will be remembered for the rest of your career.

Understand that fact, and you understand why the peloton will neutralize itself on a tough day. On yesterday's stage over the Tourmalet, for instance, it probably seemed pretty strange that the peloton basically soft pedaled. That is, until you consider that only the strongest riders remained in the pack following furious attacks over the first three cols. Not a rider in that tiny peloton wanted to ride hard and knock their supporting cast out of the race on the time limits. Nor did any of the GC contenders want to attempt a breakaway, knowing that even a diminished peloton could easily reel them in on the 40km flat leading to the finish. So the peloton neutralized itself. Where is the outrage? There isn't outrage because for the most part, the unwritten rule lines up well with tactical common sense. But what if it was a mountain top finish, and the leaders neutralized themselves because they were worn out from the earlier work (just look at Vino's face yesterday...) and dying for a rest day, prior to a big showdown Thursday on the other side of the Tourmalet?

Understanding l'affaire Contador requires balancing the written and unwritten rules, and tactical common sense. The expectation of the written rules is that it's a race, and Contador can attack when he wants, including in a feed zone, during a nature break, or out of the midst of the bunch sprint if he's strong enough (something Cancellara has done with his amazing 3k and 1k moves). So nothing in the written rules prohibits it. There is also an expectation that a rider will take advantage of a competitor's weakness; this tactical consideration counsels toward attacking a broken down opponent. But the unwritten rule of taking on competitors straight up, fair and square, counsels strongly against attacking a competitor who has a mechanical.

Let's look at the timeline. First, Schleck attacked out of the contenders group. Vino went with him, always game for an attack, sometimes even in support of teammates. Schleck was 15 or 20 yards up the road before Contador reacted. When he spun out, Schleck reached for a taller gear, to put a bit more of a hurt on Contador and the leaders. Contador had taken two or three standing pedal strokes at this point, and had started tapping out a cadence, but was nowhere near Schleck. At this point, Schleck's chain came off, and he had a couple dead pedal strokes, coming to a near stop. Vino road past Schleck, and obviously saw or heard the chain derail; he looked back at Contador to get guidance, perhaps expecting to see Contador's hand come up in a 'slow down' gesture. When he looked back, however, Contador began pedaling harder, throwing the bike a bit, in a strong attack. Contador was around 15 yards back when he started going all out.

Contador later said he had no idea that Schleck dropped his chain; that doesn't really hold water because it's just not believable that he (1) wouldn't see Schleck's problem from 15 yards back and closing; (2) didn't hear any grinding; (3) didn't notice Schleck grinding to a halt and staring at his chainring. The bottom line is that Contador knew Schleck dropped the chain and attacked hard. I'd have more respect for him if he just said he was being cutthroat and we should get over it; the fact that he is making excuses means he knows that it was a bit shoddy to attack just then.

Was Contador's attack the right thing to do? You make the calls. You know the rules. You tell me what you think but explain why you are going to apply a particular rule here versus the others.

Me? I'll go with the French crowds who are booing Contador and stick with the unwritten rules. They're the ones I tend to rely on more often to govern my own behavior and as a lawyer, I tend to appreciate people who aspire to behavior better than the mere written rules require.

Monday, July 19, 2010

Tour SPOILER ALERT

Don't read this unless you want me to wreck the entire TdF for you. If you read this and your TdF is spoiled, I guarantee you will be weeping about it for days and will probably leave me nasty comments.
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Okay, if you read this far down and still want to bitch, even after the spoiler warnings, then you're a twat and I don't care what you think.

Artist's Impression: What Contador Did to Schleck Today



Meanwhile, Cav was said to have been spotted headbutting a tree near Bales, France as nearly 185 other riders struggled over the hills of the Pyrenees. When asked why he spent the day headbutting a tree rather than riding his bike, he indicated, "it's just racing, mate."

In other news, the MABRA listserve was yet again convulsed with a lunchtime barrage of meaningless blather.

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Quick Note on Stage 2

I'd prefer to let Stage to rot in hell where it deserves to be, but a couple readers have challenged me on my assessment of Stage 2, where the peloton neutralized itself and soft pedaled the last 25k. This isn't a bad thing; it's good to challenge each other when we think somebody is wrong. Otherwise, bad ideas live on. I don't mind fan debates about cycling, but one thing that always irritates me is when I think people are wrong on the merits. You're entitled to your own opinion, but you aren't entitled to your own facts.

As a result of digging deeper into the facts of what happened on Stage 2, because I felt compelled to defend my opinion, I'm more convinced than ever that I'm right.

Most people's opinion that Thor Hushovd was robbed is based on his post-stage griping that Cervelo Test Team came through the crashes on the Stockeau unharmed, and that the peloton really wasn't that decimated, which is the impression you'd get from the Versus coverage showing a couple little crashes. Both assumptions are wrong.

The time gaps in the stage results indicate that Cervelo had two seriously wounded riders, and two moderately damaged ones, who benefited from the slowdown. Konovalovas and Klier limped in nearly 20 minutes behind the winner, and Lloyd and Brett limped in close to 14 minutes back. Had the 120 member pack started hammering as soon as it was kinda sorta together after the descent of the Stockeau, Hushovd would likely be down two supporting riders today, and possibly four riders, and he'd be facing a much more difficult Tour either way. Do you think he wanted to do that, or that his DS would have been pleased with him for doing that? So for Hushovd to pretend that he and the Cervelo test team were unscathed and did not benefit from the slowdown, is cynical at best and dishonest at worst.

The tiny bit of footage that Versus showed is the basis for most people's opinion, and that footage gives a false impression. It depicts one or two riders going down, or a small bunch. The reality of it is that the descent was akin to dropping a bushel basket of hand grenades into the peloton, with 80 to 100 riders crashing, and many riders crashing hard multiple times - up to four times - on the hill, losing their ghost riding bikes into the woods, and so forth. The butcher's bill for the Stockeau is here, and you'd do well to read it before taking a further position on whether Cancellara was bullying and being cynical, or responding to a legitimate crisis in the peloton.

I do feel a little bad for Hushovd because he, as commenter Ian pointed out, "turned himself inside out" to get over the hills all day. But I feel just as bad for Tyler Farrar, who broke his wrist but finished and who is back sprinting today; as I feel bad for a lot of guys whose efforts went to waste thanks to an oily road surface. But Thor in particular is one of the big boys in the peloton and capable of taking second if he wanted to attack from 10k out, or just about anywhere inside of that. That he and a couple other classics specialists didn't go, and that none of the glory hungry stage hunters from the lesser teams went, tells me the slowdown was a real pack agreement that they didn't want to violate, not something controversial to the peloton that Cancellara stitched together to benefit the Schlecks. The 120 or so surviving riders in the peloton, many of them wounded and on teams with badly dinged up guys who might not make the time cut, didn't want to fight it out for second or get their teammates in the two large meatwagon groups 14 and 20 minutes back eliminated from the Tour. Pushing Chavanel to hammer it in - an accomplished time trialist and stage hunter - would have pushed teammates out of the race. Nobody wants to be down two or more teammates with 18 stages left. That means a hell of a lot more work for everybody.

Was Cancellara being cynical? I don't think so, though the pack's interests did align nicely with Saxo Bank's. In light of the butcher's bill and Hushovd's reluctance to break the truce, Cancellara appeared to be speaking for the pack - not directing it - when he told Peschel “there had been enough injuries in the peloton today...there were (potential) leaders stuck behind and that no one wanted to sprint for second place.”

Cancellara explained it:
It was the right thing to do to wait, so everybody comes together to the finish line together. When you have everybody on the ground and people five minutes behind because they can’t find their bike then it’s only normal.
Cynical? Well, sure, to the extent it's cynical and self-interested for a bus driver to hit the brakes before the bus plunges off a cliff. Saxo had more at stake than a lot of teams, but it had the same type of interests at stake, so you can't write Cancellara's actions off as solely self-interested.

So thanks for challenging me on my view. I'd love to make some of you happy and tell you that you changed my mind, but it didn't happen. To the extent it changes my opinion at all to dig this deep into the stage it makes me think Thor is a whiny asshole sometimes.


PS: Ryan has a good discussion of fan arguments about cycling.

Thursday, July 08, 2010

Piques & Valleys

I guess I'll start with the serious stuff and get better.

The problem with being blogfriends with Fatty is that it's fucking wrenching. There's no two ways about it. We've talked a lot on the side because we have a similar outlook on a lot of things, are the same age, and, well, that's enough. These side discussions have been pretty frank, and I have to tell you Elden is a remarkably good guy, who has been through a hell of a lot and come out the other side stronger and a bit of a reluctant hero. He draws to himself a lot of people who are fighting cancer, often through bicycle charity activities, and occasionally you get hit with a painful story about a cancer-destroyed life that leaves you sitting there in front of a computer screen trying not to sob in the office lest you lose your reputation as a git 'er done hardass. Here's an example of what I mean. You all know about my ambivalence about Lance Armstrong as a bike racer / alleged doper, but you should also know that the more I learn about cancer through the web community Fatty has built, and the more I learn about Lance's personal efforts, the more I'm in awe of Lance as a cancer-fighting-guy. I know he personally reaches out to many people suffering with cancer and they share their burden with him. What reserves of strength must he have? I cannot fathom it. Cancer is a nasty disease, it's akin to a WWI battle, where when you get hit with many forms of it, you would have reason to give up such are the fatality rates and 5 year survival rates. As if that's not enough of a downer, we hear all this crap about how there's cancer clusters, cancer epidemic, cancer is getting worse...

Well guess what. That's all an enormous pile of bullshit foisted on us by a sensationalistic media and the usual coalition of greedheads and power-thirsty narcissists posing as non-profit leaders and politicians. The truth is that we're starting to kick cancer's ass, hard. The rate of occurrence of cancer is dropping, and the number of people cured is rising. You don't have to believe me; take it from the National Cancer Society.

You hear that? We're starting to kick cancer's fucking ass. This invidious disease is reeling, and part of the reason for that is knuckleheads like us pay to ride charity rides and sometimes do a bit of extra fundraising. It's not just us - some tax dollars go to it, and many millions of people raise money to kick cancer's ass, and many talented people dedicate their lives to the cause.

This is no time to let up folks. Encourage your kids to go into science and medicine. Knock out a charitable bike ride for cancer research. Give some money. Grieve your friends who have died. But know this: we can win. Don't give up the fight.

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Okay, that was heavy. But it ended on a good note, and things get better from here.

I didn't think it was possible to make the bidness end of an M1 tank look scarier, but it seems the U.S. military has gone totally steampunk in its efforts to remove IEDs and landmines from battlefields and in the process created a kampfwagen that will dwell in the nightmares of all who gaze upon its horrific visage.

I approve.

New MBT Probably Powered by 1500 Horsepower Difference Engines


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Son of Rouleur, Age 6, accompanied me to Staples Liquors to stock up on beer for our long vacation. He carefully explained to me that "it wouldn't be good to drink a lot of beer and drive. They'd put an orange suit on you for sure if you did that."

He's smarter than I was at that age. Or at 24.

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I really don't know what to say about Lance and his apparent snub of Contador today. He said really nice things about Contador at some point - maybe today? - and says the rivalry is overblown. Well, yeah - you can't have a rivalry where one side administers all the beatdowns, and the other side accepts the ass-whuppin's. That's not a rivalry, it's bullying.

What I think is going on with Lance is that, like a lot of aging athletes, he's trying to gracefully negotiate his way off the stage, some days without a lot of luck. He knows that if it's not over now, it's definitely over in two weeks, and he doesn't want to go out like an ass. Say what you will about the guy as an athlete, he gets public relations, and it will hurt him going forward if he doesn't prove to be gracious in defeat. There's nothing wrong with hating losing but at the same time we all hate a sore loser.

Consider - Lance has never had to deal with this problem before. He never before had to accept having his ass kicked. There was always another day to train harder, another year to do the race again, another year to try a comeback.

Now, there's no more year long training cycles. There's no TdF next year. There's no tomorrow. It's all over, and he may for once in his life have to accept a loss, or at least learn to live with it. Truly elite athletes are different from you and I, and that's a very tough hump for them to get over. Lance is at least trying to achieve it gracefully, I think. It will be interesting to see what he's like in Paris this year.

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You're just here for the music. Let's kick it off with a leftover or two from the 80's.

How 'bout this bad boy from Depeche Mode?



Pretty good song, right? It's got some depth to it, speaks to human suffering, our willingness to believe any deception that fits our needs right now. I don't think it's questioning legit religious faith here, I think it's questioning the people who exploit believers for personal gain. How good of a song is it though? I mean they're just a pop band, right?

They were a pretty good pop band at that. Depeche Mode had a lot of hits, even pioneering electronica in their early days.



And tackling heavy subjects.



But when things got rough with a lot of alcohol and drug abuse, keyboardist Alan Wilder left the band. What happened then?

Well... this.



Yeah, that's a shotglass of straight badness right there. The way Cash sings it, it seems like he's speaking directly to the listener and making an earnest plea, inviting him to become a believer. It's amazing how the tone, how lyrics are sung, can change the meaning we assign to it or see in it. How did Wilder help write a song like that, which so easily transitioned into a bluesy country vibe?

Well, he was a big fan of Booker T. "Bukka" Washington White. Who's Bukka White, you ask? Easy. He's the guy, a seminal bluesman, who gave his cousin, a little boy named Riley B. King, his first guitar. You probably know Riley by his stage name, B.B.



That's a steel guitar, played slide style, and I think it's open tuned. I guess the normal way wasn't easy enough for old Bukka. A badass was old Booker T.



Bukka could be downright mind blowing when he wanted to be.

But what happens when Bukka's music meets Alan Wilder? The band Recoil, and Electro Blues for Bukka White is what happens. I don't know where the kayak downhill footage comes from but the mashup is pretty intoxicating.



So that's pop keyboardist Wilder doing a mashup with Bukka. But what happens to Wilder when you take out the vintage blues voiceover?

Well... you get this song, which kind of answers how Johnny Cash could get a hymn out of a Depeche Mode song. The thing is, that fluffy pop electronica had solid bones, bones that were put there by classically trained musician Alan Wilder, who is fluent in many forms of music.




I'm going on vacation for a week or so. Blogging may be sparse. Y'all have fun watching the Tour.

Wednesday, July 07, 2010

In Which I Make an @55 of Myself...

Raced Wednesday at Wakefield tonight and had a pretty good time of it. The Reba on the Rig is busted and headed to Push Industries for a revalving and rebuild, so Ryan at Family Bikes went into full tilt mode getting my Redline single speed built back up. It's a total Frankenbike - used cranks out of the parts bin, some brakes I bought from one of Seibold's guys who took them off his girlfriend's bike as totally inadequate, a 5 year old FiZik saddle, a 3 year old front tire, a 4 year old cog, the rear wheel that came with the original Redline frame, the one I busted... But the bottom line is it rides pretty nice. The Velocity P35 rim is gi-normous, causing the 2.55 ExiWolf to look like the tire off a clown bike. The fat tire smooths things out a bit. Still... Wakefield was pretty hard. There's a lot of trail armor, so I took a hell of a beating, one that left my hands and back cramped up... not used to the rigid single, it seems.

The race itself was pretty cool. The start was fine; a bunch of guys spun out or stacked it on the gravel hill so I pedaled until the guy in front of me stalled in deep gravel. I dismounted and ran the last 20 yards up the hill, passing a few guys who were trying to pedal out of gravel puddles. Then it was off into the woods sitting maybe 12th or 15th. A couple guys passed me at this one log I was afraid to hop for lack of a bash guard, but I passed a few other back, hanging off the tail end of the lead group for 2/3ds of the first lap. The hills were fine first time around, though the stifling heat - 96 at the start - was sapping my leg strength. Eventually I found a pace and a spot in the line and settled in, not completely losing contact with what looked like the lead pack until coming out of the river trail area on the second lap. On the way in, I passed a couple folks going up the hills, but on the final uphill before the berm, the wheels fell off and I couldn't turn the pedals over, so I dismounted and jogged, and let this guy in white (who'd been on my tail for 1.5 laps) take a pass.

I don't know where I finished but I'm thinking top 15, hoping top 10 - not that results in what amounts to a training series are that important, but I'm looking for signs of improvement here. Yeah, caring about a training race is making an ass of myself but I don't mind that; I care about it. The race itself was a good quality ride for me, coming on the heels of probably the best ride I've ever had at Patapsco on Saturday. The skills stuff all of a sudden just clicked; I'm hanging with that pack of demented experts on the downhills and flats. The uphills... not so much, but they weren't waiting much for me. This should translate into better MTB race results, correct? We'll see.

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TdF Update - I knew it was a sprint stage tonight without even looking at the guide, because Craig Hummer spent 5 minutes doing a voiceover of a winery tour right at the moment I tuned in. "Ahhh... stone flat bunch sprint stage. They must be riding piano with a dozen non-GC contenders out on a small break."

But meanwhile, I've been making an ass of myself in a few blog comments section, most notably the ATMO Fanboy Club, stating that I think what Cancellara did on Stage 2 was a very decent thing, and that what he did on Stage 3 was a very good race move. Cancellara, for his efforts, was called cynical (because it allowed the Schlecks, along with around 100 other riders to catch up); and he was called a bully for 'making' the peloton neutralize itself. Now he's being criticized for leading an attack when a couple GC contenders flatted and Chavanel had numerous bike problems.

A few points are in order here.

First, Cancellara did help the Schlecks climb back in on Stage 2, but he sacrificed the yellow jersey, something no pro ever does willingly, to do so.

Second, to do that, he won agreement from the peloton that they'd ride in piano, after between 80 and 100 of them went down hard doing maybe 40 on an oil-soaked descent. It wasn't five riders down, or even ten; it was close to (if not absolutely) a majority of the racers. Anyone in the race could have attacked; none did. Was it respect for the jersey, or pure bullying by Cancellara? Possibly. More likely it was that no team wanted to drop perhaps half its riders up against the time barrier, and many riders were shook up. I've crashed doing 40 on the road; I consider myself lucky if my visual color register is still normal, if I can walk away with a minimum of searing pain, and if no bones are sticking out of the skin. For us to expect them to do more, is to expect them to act like hamburgers, nothing but an object meant to please the consumer. I've also been in a couple races where we had huge, debilitating crashes, and nothing cools one's ardor for a pushy bunch sprint, like riding past (or through) a big puddle of blood in turn 1 as the worst cases are loaded, on backboards, into the meatwagon. You can accuse Cancellara of cynicism, or dishonoring the race or Chavenel, but but had close to a hundred accomplices, all of whom have direttori sportivo, and all of whom can think and attack for themselves if they wish. If you're a conspiracy theorist wondering why Cancellara didn't turn on his electric bike and just coast in for the win, you'd better account for why none of these folks wanted to attack or bunch sprint either.

Third, Stage 3 was a totally different situation. They were racing on the cobbles, and one of the deals with cobblestone racing is you don't slow down for flats and little crashes. You attack! Just as an oil-soaked road bringing down 80 or 100 riders was uncharacteristic for the race on Stage 2 and not what the riders signed on for, attacking when a contender has flatted in the Arenberg is *exactly* what is done on the cobbles and what was expected. Nothing bad had happened to the pack, other than sore legs and residual pain from three prior days' crashes. Those who flatted or overshot turns and got dropped... well boys, that's why they call it "racing" and not "riding."

The distinction here is that the pack decides to do what it (collectively) thinks is correct in light of the situation and every man with strong legs gets to vote. Because everybody knew going in that the cobbles would throw an element of chaos into the race, the smart teams recce'd the Arenberg and thought about how to get a competitive advantage. They thought about where to attack and put time in, and then worked attack plans as if the day's stage was a cobbled classic with slight cobblestone deficiency. This is in contrast to Stage 2, where everybody looked forward to a smooth (albeit hilly) ride leading to a bunch sprint, a la Amstel Gold or Fleche Wallone, and reacted to dangerous conditions outside the normal run of dangerous conditions - and more crash injuries than you get when two buses hit head on - by shutting it down.

Cynical by Cancellara in either case? No. Normal behavior within the bounds of grand tour racing.

Finally, for them who think that the peloton neutralizing itself was a Crime Against Teh Racering, what do you make of today's stage, with 190 kilometers of piano riding? For a while there, I thought I was watching the '83 Giro. Then I realized that the racers were committing a sin against racing by riding slow, a crime against the fans...

Ahh, bullshit. The racers had really tired legs. They obviously reached an (possibly implicit rather than explicit) agreement to let a break get some time in the sun to make sponsors happy, and to ride in easy until it was time to wind up for the bunch sprint. If you haven't studied the Giro and followed it, everything that's gone down in the last three days is consistent with what you'd see in the Giro. Ludicrousness! Crazy stages! Piano piano piano! Unforseen calamity striking dozens!

This is why many racers adore the Giro, but appreciate the TdF. The TdF is an album with a bunch of chart topping hits; the Giro is Italian opera, sometimes tragic, often comedic, usually both.

That little truce on Stage 2 wasn't the result of bullying by Cancellara. Nor was it the result of corruption. These are racers, men who ride bikes rather than a bunch of machines that traverse ground with maximum efficiency. When presented with more human frailty than is usually evident in the (normally) tightly controlled TdF, they reacted as they'd react in the more unpredictable Giro. The racers cut each other a little slack in grand tours when it seems appropriate; there will be plenty of time to attack each other in the next 15 stages. The crazier the situation, the more likely you are to see unlikely allegiances between teams, rider sitdown strikes, and truces. Three weeks is a long time when you're riding 6 hours a day. There will be plenty of time to attack one's brains out, once the pack has arrived at the Tourmalet or the Aubisque (sp?) or the hill of your choice.

If you don't like sports where competitors pace and sometimes take it easy on each other, then I suggest you start following a sport that is less about pragmatic approaches and more about relentless attacking. Mixed martial arts - some of the more aggressive brands of it - are probably more your speed, and if not that then maybe politics, which is just as rigged as bike racing but which sells itself as bitter, to-the-death struggle, kind of like pro wrestling if Vince McMahon could raise your taxes or have you arrested.

Me? I'll stick with the sport where the athletes sometimes make decisions that are internally political or conniving. Say what you will about the practice of peloton captains curbing the pack's wilder urges, it makes the sport very interesting on the day, and much more interesting when all the GC contenders, or as many as possible, arrive at the base of La Tourmalet, finally ready to do battle.

Please - don't bring your fast food consumerism to my sport. I like it the way it is with its often spectacular results, and I don't mind the difficult waiter and the fact that sometimes the chef botches a recipe.

Oh yeah, and how 'bout that washed up old Pettachi? Pretty fly, for a white boy.

Tuesday, July 06, 2010

But What Do I Really Think?

People seemed bummed by my less than serious take on the TdF yesterday. "But Rouleur... what do you really think?" Here, in Tweet-able (and re-Tweet-able) format, are my true thoughts on the TdF.

Everybody came together post-mortifying-crash except Sky. You stay classy, Sky!

It's good the TdF is trying to shake things up. Probably ought to take the rocks out of the blender first though, right?

But really, it's good for the race that they've picked up the gauntlet thrown in Italy. The racers must adapt to the rain and road conditions; maybe that's something they've forgotten post-1989.

Lance has a chance. Looks like his luck and race sense is with him, and his legs aren't bad.

Going to miss Van de Velde. Couldn't he have hitched a ride in on Friedman's or Cozza's trucker moustache?

There's doping and weird stuff that sometimes goes on in racing. Among the members, the peloton is basically an honorable place, however.

I've been in multiple-ambulance-carnage races. You lose your stomach for racing for 24 hours at the first sight of a bone sticking out of the ankle skin.

Chavanel deserved the win. He was leading by a good deal when the crash occurred, and was off the final hill. He's a good rider and well liked, and nobody will object to his carrying the Maillot Jaune into France for a few days, least of all ASO, the French, and Wilf Peters.

Monfort was honorable; he was definitely going to be caught when the crash occurred, and could have stayed away for the podium, but he soft pedaled and let the pack absorb him a few hundred yards from the line, leaving on the table that which was not his to take.

Monfort could have moved up from 22nd to 3d quite easily by going hard in the last 2 miles. He didn't. Chapeaux, Maxime.

Is anything worse than seeing crashed roadies in shock on the side of the road, holding an arm against the gut at a 90 degree angle?

Jens Vogt performed like a beast dragging the peloton up the last two climbs, and then dragging Saxo riders back up to the pack post-crash. It may have been one of his finest days of service in a long career.

Armstrong says something untoward was on the road surface but didn't name it. I believe him. Could have been the usual tar sweat, or maybe some fertilizer compounds. A few pros are bad bike handlers but not 80 of them in this crowd.

Bleu d'Auvergne is the perfect cheese for TdF watching, if you like sharp, creamy blues. Cantal is the weapon of choice for those who like cheddary hard cheeses.

Can't wait to see Stage 3 on the cobbles. At least there, the riders will see it coming.

TdF Post-Preview

Some of you are probably wondering why I'm not all aflutter over the Tour de France.

Well... there's basically been so much "ick" factor this year, that I'm kind of burnt out on it a little bit.

First off, there's the usual doping scandals, off the back burner and heat turned up to "Med-High" thanks to Floyd Landis' story, "You Can Believe Me Now! No, Really!" As I've noted about dopers before, I'll be a lot more impressed with the character of an ex-doper when he is a pro at the top of his game and comes clean without being caught. Becoming a truth-teller as a last resort just isn't morally spectacular, Floyd.

Then there's the insanity, apparently believed by some, that a 195 pound Fabian Cancellara, with a history of great flatland performance, needs an electric motor to beat 140 pound guys in bumpy flat road races and flat time trials.

Then there's Lance, who could have filled the John Malkovitch role in "Being John Malkovitch." This year, he's answered the question, can anybody have too much Lance? Or, translated into Versus and VeloNewsSpeak, "Lance Lancy Lance Lance Lance Lancelancelance?"

Then there's Versus... "The Tour de Frantz... The Most Epic Race Ever!" Really? I dunno. From the standpoint of "Epic = Worthy of Storytelling by the Tribe," the Giro has been kicking the TdF's ass for the last few years. The Strade Bianca stage this year alone was enough to keep elderly, toothless old roadies yammering around the camp fire and scaring espoirs for the next 60 years. Then there was the weather. Then there was last year's uphill TT that Jens nearly podiumed on, a sure proof of hellishness since Jens is, as far as I can tell, the guy who ferries other riders across the River Styx. So the TdF isn't Teh Most Epicest Race Ever even among the grand tours. And what about the Ruta de los Conquistadores, the Great Divide Race, RAAM, the Cape Epic, and other ridiculous tests of cycling strength and endurance? Nevermind some of the one day classics - who said epic needs to be 20 stages? Hercules only had 12 labors, Christ only got crucified once, and there was only one Battle of Stalingrad, yet we still consider all that stuff pretty damned (pretty saved?) epic, right?

And Phil Liggett... I'm convinced that he's only still on the job because (1) people with a few years around cycling have warm memories of the yoeman work he's done over the years; and (2) his constant mistaking of one rider for another and one team for the other makes casual fans feel better about having told co-workers about how Hushovd Farrar-Cavendish won with a great sprint the other night at the Tour of Roubaix.

Phil Ligget circa 2010 = John Madden circa 2006. Discuss.

Lance Armstrong = Brett Favre. Discuss.

Mark C[h]avendish = John Rocker. Discuss.

Contador: that he's a great flat land TT'er alongside much bigger men is not suspicious at all. Discuss.

Nevertheless, it's been interesting so far and I am watching. Maybe I'll catch the fever yet.



Artist's Impression: Stage 1 of the TdF

Monday, July 05, 2010

My friend FatMarc, who had a very rough week, asks a tough question. In a fight between the following, who would win?

Curious George vs. Paddington Bear
Bill Shatner vs. Adam West
Magnum PI vs. Rockford
A Team (classic) vs. McGyver

I had a good answer for it, but it was definitely too long for comments. So here goes.

- Curious George vs. Paddington Bear

Classic martial arts question there - what is the better fighting style, monkey or bear? In my instance, bear is definitely more effective, totally suited to my physique and temperament. But all things being equal... all things would be equal. It'd come down to the weapons portion of the competition, and if Curious George could get hold of the hammer that he used in Curious George Gets a Job, he'd win. Plus Curious George Rides a Bike allegedly inspired George Hincapie to take up crit racing, so I gotta go with the monkey.

- Bill Shatner vs. Adam West

Shatner, easily. He ravaged half the females in the universe, went gold on an album despite how bad everybody knew it was, starred with Heather Locklear, and has had a career resurgence that nicely co-incides with the renewed popularity of that other ham-like product, bacon. Plus he inducted Jerry "The King" Lawler into the Wrestling Hall of Fame." Adam West? He made a career out of acting campy. No contest.

- Magnum PI vs. Rockford

Rockford in a heartbeat. First of all, he owned that beat up mobile home and that Firebird he drove around in. Magnum? No visible means of support and no assets. He lived in the guest house of an older writer's mansion, drove the older writer's Ferrari, at the older guy's food, and drank the older guy's booze while traipsing around Hawaii, which was cool but it all made him look like a rent boy. Then there's the time served - Magnum served in 'nam as a SEAL, and allegedly a QB at Annapolis (apparently in the less-successful post-Staubach era), so he was no slouch. But Jimbo served in Folsom, and while Magnum could rely on two service buddies and knowledge of conventional weapons and SCUBA gear, Jimbo can call on his trusty shank, the entire Aryan Nation, and a presumably unstoppable supply of crystal meth - and believe me, you don't want to be a fight with a tweaker. Plus Jimbo hangs out with disbarred lawyers, which I hope to be someday. Magnum does have an edge in his mentor - Higgins is the actual badass on that show, and although Rocky is pretty cool, he's only a retired trucker, not a veteran of the SOE and the China-Burma-India theater with Generals Stillwell and Wingate, and Rocky was definitely never awarded the Victoria Cross. In fact, Higgins' presence is the only reason this one is close at all; he has more badassed street cred than Angel, Finally, Isaac Hayes played "Fitch" on the Rockford Files. The only way Magnum could have topped that is if T.C. had a crazy informant cousin played by Bootsy Collins. He didn't, so Rockford Wins.

- A Team (classic) vs. McGyver

This isn't even close and I don't know why this weakass shit was brought around here in the first place. McGyver's Rube Goldberg contraptions would be totally thrown out of kilter by the first A-Team-caused explosion, and that's before we get into the rolling and jumping vehicles (more conveniently located ramps to jump off than the Dukes of Hazzard) the AK-47's, and the Team's willingness to destroy their own van episode after episode. And, serious question - do you think McGyver's even capable of knocking out Mr. T to get him onto an aircraft? No. I didn't think so.