Showing posts from May, 2013

Fight for Pink? Looks snow white to me... Il Giro d'Incompetence.

"...and all the king's euros and slick suited men, couldn't put pro cycling together again."        - Father flahute nursery rhyme.  Legend has it written on a cafe wall in Eeklo, but it might be Moorslede. The only relevant question to ask this morning: What will the Gavia summit look like on June 8? Today should have been the kind of day cycling fans wait for all year.   The battle over the Gavia and the Stelvio.  Instead, it's a massive disappointment.   Massive. Blame the weather?  Climate change?   Not me jongen .   I'm blaming the collective caste of dopes that manage professional cycling.     It's official.  They're all completely full of shite .   While UCI leadership this week applauds itself for doing a 'great job managing cycling' , their management policies and decisions are precisely the reason why the world's wielerfans are sulking over their wheatabix this morning.   Well, you can largely thank Verbru

Hunger, and the quote of the day.

Order it here . Saw yesterday that Sean's new autobiography is coming out later this month.    Add it to your summer reading list jongens . For those of you who like me are unabashed fans of the hardest man in cycling, there's some great Kelly stories and anecdotes here at Worldwide Cycles blog .   Check it out.  Two of my favorites. "Figures have become all important, Vo2 max, threshold , 10 second wattage now mean much more than the old ‘my legs feel good today’ and performances have improved as training time has become more efficient .... These tests are not a new phenomenon . Back in the late eighties teams had begun testing their riders and analyzing the figures....  Sean Kelly was at the height of his career and winning more of the biggest races than any of his contemporaries.  He was the greatest cyclist in the World at the time and during one test session the coaches were perplexed. They asked,  "How he could be winning so much when his figures d

A lesson in Furbo.

OK, all this work and no wielerplay makes Fast Eddy a fat boy.   But ready or not, this past Sunday, it was time for something hard.  Y'know, an event . I figured why not the Putnam Cycling Classic?   80 miles, 6,000 ft. climbing just north of NYC in Cold Spring Harbor, NY- on the Hudson River.   It was a UCWT qualifier for the UCI Master's World Final in September in Trento.  That's in bella Italia . Trento.  Monte Bondone.  Charly Gaul's climb.   'Il mio sogno':   My recurring Walter Mitty fantasy dream.  Of fanning a tiny gear up a mountain road, in the snow, dropping everyone, in a state of grace,   on the way to winning the Giro, in a blizzard.   An opportunity to race the legendary Monte Bondone .    However, slim the odds, how could I not take a shot at that?   So with more dreams in my head than miles in my legs,  I convinced my ever-game friends Brad and Tony to join me on an early Sunday morning dawn patrol to drive 3+ hours west, and tackle